His First Time: Beau: A Hot Shot of Romance Quickie by Callie Love & Ann Omasta

Author:Callie Love & Ann Omasta [Love, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

7

Beau

I shuffle my feet nervously as I stand in front of the massive, intricately carved wooden front door to Fiona’s––err, our––home. Technically, I should be able to walk in like I own the place, since mine is one of the names on the undoubtedly significant mortgage, but I don’t feel comfortable doing that.

Instead, I push the button to ring the doorbell. The chimes are loud, but charming. They sound like the bells of a large clock tower in a public town square, not a private home’s doorbell.

When Fiona swings the big door wide-open, she falters slightly at the sight of me, but quickly recovers. It’s obvious that I am the last person she expected to see at the threshold of the home where she’s been living alone for months.

My throat is suddenly parched as I try to remember the eloquent speech that I prepared on the drive over here. When words fail me, I bring the bouquet of light pink peonies from behind my back and hold them out to her.

She stares at them in silence for so long I begin to wonder if I made a mistake in bringing them. Does she hate flowers? Is she allergic to them? All women like receiving flowers, right?

When she finally finds her voice, she says, “Pink peonies are my favorites.”

She reaches out to accept the bouquet. Her eyes are filled with hope when she raises her gaze up to look at me as she asks, “Did you remem––.”

I cut her off, not wanting her to get her hopes up too high. “My memory hasn’t fully returned.”

“Fully?” She immediately picks up on the one promising word in my warning. Her eyes widen as she asks, “You’re starting to remember?”

“Nothing concrete,” I answer as I shake my head. I try not to notice her crestfallen look as I continue. “Occasionally, I’ll catch a whiff of freshly-washed laundry or simmering pasta sauce that reminds me of you. I can’t put my finger on any specific memories, but you keep popping into my mind at seemingly random times.”

She blinks rapidly as she tries to absorb what I’m telling her.

When she lowers her face and closes her eyes to smell the peonies, I say, “I was immediately drawn to those at the florist, but I wasn’t sure why.”

Suddenly realizing that I’m standing on the front porch, she ushers me in. “Come in, and I’ll put these in some water.”

I settle onto a tall stool at the kitchen island as she putters around finding a crystal vase and making a fresh pot of coffee. I’m touched when she presents me with a steaming mug of the brew, along with the sugar dish and a spoon.

“Actually, I’ve cut down my sugar intake and am drinking my coffee black––again.”

She gives me a wide grin and nod at that news, but remains quiet. I appreciate that she doesn’t try to rush me into stating the reason for my visit, even though she must be curious why I’m here after all of this time.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.