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Blurb: After twenty years of
marriage, Rissa Tate’s husband has left her for Blondie of the big Boobs. Can
she rebuild a life for her and her children with a childhood friend? Rissa isn’t as
surprised as she should be that her husband left her. She’d had an idea for a
few years he wasn’t being faithful. She’d buried her head in the sand for the
sake of the twins. He left her four month’s earlier, and now he’s asked her
to clear all of his possessions out of their home and do with them what she
wants. As she boxes everything for Good Will she comes across her old
diaries. In them she finds her entry of the pact she made with Robert, Bobby,
Graham to meet in Twenty-five years. That date is in two weeks. Would he be
there? Rob Graham has loved
Rissa for as long as he remembered. When they’d been in high school she’d
only thought of him as a buddy, the brother she never had. Would she remember
their pact? If she did, would she be there? Unedited
Excerpt: Rissa, didn’t know
how long she’d been standing there, but her legs were starting to get tired.
Her eyes ached from straining to see every man that had passed. So far, she
hadn’t seen anyone familiar. Why had she thought
after all this time he’d even remember? He was probably happily married with
a passel of little rug rats. He’d always said that he was going to have six
kids. He was an only child and had always longed for a large family some day.
Funny, she’d been an
only child and never yearned for more than her two children. She loved them
both, but they were plenty to try to keep track of. She turned toward the
bridge, leaned her elbows on the top of the side and watched the ducks as
they swam underneath. There were a few geese that sunbathed on the bank. “Rissa?” The deep
vaguely familiar voice sounded right behind her. She twirled around
and her gaze encountered a broad chest. Her eyes traveled up to his face and
her breath stuck in her throat. Good lord, he’d never looked this good at
eighteen. His deep green eyes,
looked into her soul. Wavy hair tousled by the breeze, one stray lock fell
over his forehead. His wide shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. And if
his tight t-shirt was any indication, he had a pretty good six pack going on
underneath it. She realized she had
been staring and felt the heat as it rose from her chest to her cheeks. She
swallowed and tried to think of something to say. “Bobby?” Oh that was
impressive. His chuckle rumbled
up from his chest, “Yes.” |
