Nate Matthews knows who Angelea really is. She’s his lover and he’d hoped his future wife. But when she awakens in the hospital after a routine surgery and she claims she’s married to a man named Alexander from a time long ago, he knows they will both be up against something no one has ever had to face before. Maybe something evil. How will he convince the love of his life she is not married to a pirate?
“Yes, it was, it is for you.” He waited for what he knew had to come next.
“Nate, what can I say? You know we can’t possibly think about getting married now, maybe never. I’m so screwed up I can’t tell you what the future holds. Hell, I’m still stuck somewhere in the past. You seem like a great guy...but—”
“Oh no, not the Dear John speech,” he shouted. He couldn’t help it. This was so ridiculous.
“But I don’t know you. I’m sorry.” She touched his arm, trying to reassure him, but all it did was convince him something had to be done to change what was fast becoming his past too. His heart raced in his chest as he tried one more time to convince her they belonged together.
“I want you to remember us, what we shared, and the life we’ve lived for almost a decade.” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. She turned to face him, but now he refused to look at her beautiful face. It would just make him ache more.
“I want to know you too. I really do. I want to remember something about our lives together, but it’s just not happening. All I get are these weird images of something in the past, of a different man, not the two of us. I don’t belong in this age or this place. Can you understand? I woke up the other day in the hospital and everything was different. I’m not supposed to be here, and it scares the hell out of me, Nate.”
That statement sounded strange even to her.
“Yeah, I’m starting to get it now. I was with a gorgeous, generous, lovely woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and woke up the next day and she doesn’t know me. Hell, she doesn’t know herself. Yeah, I’d say that’s a little scary. I’m petrified.”
Angelea saw the frustration in his eyes, she tried to catch his eye to communicate her feelings, but he stared straight ahead at the Key West traffic in front of him.
Still trying to resign himself to her loss, he glanced at her. “Let’s head back to the apartment, maybe after a good night’s rest things will get better tomorrow.”
She tried to see his face, but he wouldn’t even turn in her direction now.
“Sounds good, it can’t get much worse, right?” she asked, hoping he’d tell her things would get better, but he didn’t utter another word all the way back to the loft.
Later at the apartment she made up the couch, being sure she stretched the sheets as far as they’d go, tucking them all in neatly, almost like hospital corners.
Then watching him pour himself a drink, it looked like a good idea for herself too. Maybe it would calm her nerves a little.
“What is that?”
He held the half-filled glass in the air. “My relief...want some? It’s Jack on the rocks,” he replied sarcastically.
“Did I drink it before?” she asked, crinkling her nose at him.
“Nope, you don’t touch it. But who knows what you like now.” He grinned, trying to change the mood in the
air. She returned the smile. “Well, yeah, maybe I will try some.”
Pouring a second glass, he walked slowly across the room like a lover coming to take what was his. Damn, he was a striking man. She couldn’t deny that as she watched him come to her. His dark hair was cut a tad long, just enough to be sexy. His eyes staring right through her were enough to take her breath away.
He, on the other hand, seemed afraid to get too close to her, his need for her started to become apparent. She knew he wanted to grab her and drag her probably kicking and screaming to the bedroom and make her remember him. Force her to know how they were together, but what he wished and what was going to happen were two different things. Smiling up at him, she took the glass from his hand and melted into those deep blue eyes of his. She felt his gaze look deep into her soul. She understood now what she must have felt for him before. Could it happen again?
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***Bio***
Linda L. Picl was born in 1955 and got her love of reading from spending time in a tiny library under a police station in a small town in Illinois. That tiny room opened up a new world of books. From there she went on to work at many of the libraries in suburbs all around Chicago, then on to Indiana. Thinking it was an easy process she went on to write. Finding out it was harder than it looked she still went on to produce her first book Next Time Love Comes.And there are more to follow.
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