Favorite Coffee by Victoria Pinder

Author:Victoria Pinder [Pinder, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Love in a Book

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Sandy smelled like vanilla and lavender, and her thousand-watt smile made him hunger for a life he had no right to even dream about. As she walked ahead of him, the sway of her hips hypnotized him, and her long blond hair looked like gold.

She squeezed his hand as the door closed and she surveyed the cocktail party. Some of the wedding guests were near the bar, and others were on the dance floor. This was the pre-ceremony setting-sail get-together. Sandy stood on her tiptoes, and he leaned down as she whispered in his ear, "Wyatt, it might be best if we dance over there."

Their first kiss flashed in his mind. He'd met her in their coffee shop, where he asked her to prom, and then she had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him. He pursed his lips. "I don't dance."

"Lies you can tell your other women. You took me to prom and danced all night." Then she dragged him closer to the dance floor.

No excuse popped into his head. He held his arms stiff as his hands settled on her hips and another memory surfaced: her lying beside him on those white hotel sheets. Sandy was unforgettable. Then he went all out and twirled her. She laughed, and the sound made the room lighter somehow. As she returned to his arms, he said, "Okay. I don't dance with anyone but you."

"Keep talking that way. I like remembering my first love. It makes me feel young and innocent."

"Technically we weren't that innocent." The memory of prom night, when he'd rented them a room without their friends knowing, flashed in his mind as a major adventure. In their small group, they both told people they were going together as "friends," though the second he had asked her to go had been the moment she kissed him, ending their friendship-only status. He held her firmer in his grip as he whisked her around the floor.

She held his arm like she belonged there. "I think you forget how cynical Miami people are and how none of us are truly innocent."

Clearly she denied her true nature. "You're a natural-born cheerleader, Sandy. It's part of your charm."

"So I am charming. That's good to hear."

The song ended and they both stood still.

"Good to see I didn't forget how to flirt."

"Forget?" Another song began. This one was faster, by a boy band Sandy had gushed over when she was thirteen. He held out his hand to dance again as she said, "Funny all these little stories you tell yourself these days about what you're good at and what you are willing to do."

Life had changed for him, and there was no turning the clock back, despite how right it felt holding Sandy again. Charlotte needed to be signed up for school soon. No more kisses from Sandy were in his future. "I'm a dad now."

As he turned the corner with her in his arm, Sandy asked, "When was Charlotte born?"

The day he'd never forget. "April thirtieth.

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