off and decided to start clearing the driveway. Greg could only hope Tim would make it back that day. His sense of honor and his willpower had never before been so tested.
Greg had spent the intervening hours looking at himself, his life and his goals. He had realized that if he didn't like what he saw, he could change it. He was in control of his life. He accepted full responsibility for the restricted, shallow existence he'd chosen up until the time he had met Brandi.
With firm resolve, he was determined to change... not because of her but because of what he wanted out of life. He wanted a full, substantial, loving relationship. He wanted a family. He wanted sons and daughters with curly black hair and big blue eyes in elfin faces. He wanted to be there for them, to watch them grow, to listen to their stories, to share in their triumphs and their disappointments.
No longer was he willing to settle for the tepid companionship that he had thought he wanted with Penny. With Brandi he knew that he could have a Technicolor spectacular of a marriage—filled with fireworks, crashing cymbals and rooms filled with love and laughter.
All he had to do was to convince her of that.
A piece of cake.
Chapter 7
B reakfast became a hilarious affair. Brandi wasn't sure what had caused the difference, but Greg seemed to be lighthearted, teasing her unmercifully with outrageous suggestions for breakfast.
She ended up preparing huevos rancheros, a Mexican dish of scrambled eggs and chopped beef wrapped in a flour tortilla and covered with a hot sauce. Brandi was determined to show him that despite his ridiculous suggestions she could turn out a breakfast that was neither dull nor boring.
"My God, my tongue is on fire," he said after a few bites. He grabbed his glass of orange juice.
"I told you not to be so liberal with the hot sauce," she pointed out calmly, continuing to eat.
"You also said it wasn't all that hot."
"I told you the bottle was labeled Medium Spicy. But if you aren't used to it, the sauce can seem rather hot."
"You can say that again." He tentatively took another bite. "Great flavor, though."
"But not what you'd expect a lawyer to have for breakfast on a daily basis."
He grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, I don't know. I have a hunch it might give me an unusual amount of energy to meet the demands of a busy schedule.''
Brandi unobtrusively tried to study him at odd moments, wondering why he seemed so different today. He was dressed in a heavy sweater and winter pants, his usual attire since she'd known him. The morning exercise had given him a ruddy color that was in attractive contrast to his light hair.
The change seemed to be from within. It was as though he glowed with an inner light. He seemed more relaxed, somehow. There were no distractions today. He was totally and completely focused on her. She found the attention a little unnerving. It was almost as though he were a missile locked in on a target. Brandi had an uneasy suspicion that she was the target.
She hadn't brought up his proposal of the night before. Neither had he. Brandi supposed she was relieved that he wasn't going to try to debate the issue with her. She reminded herself once again that he would be a formidable foe. She had no desire to cross swords with him.
If you lost this battle, you'd probably find yourself married to him, she reminded herself. A shiver ran down her backbone at the thought.
"Are you cold?" he asked, getting up and pouring them some more coffee.
"No."
"Good. I was hoping I could talk you into going skiing after we give our breakfast a chance to settle."
She grinned. "I'd love it. I just wish I'd brought my camera. Today looks like a winter wonderland."
Greg sat down across from her again and picked up his cup. "I can't help wondering if we'll hear from Tim today."
"He said he'd get back to us as soon as he learned anything."
"I know you'll be glad to have this nightmare behind you."
She
Greg had spent the intervening hours looking at himself, his life and his goals. He had realized that if he didn't like what he saw, he could change it. He was in control of his life. He accepted full responsibility for the restricted, shallow existence he'd chosen up until the time he had met Brandi.
With firm resolve, he was determined to change... not because of her but because of what he wanted out of life. He wanted a full, substantial, loving relationship. He wanted a family. He wanted sons and daughters with curly black hair and big blue eyes in elfin faces. He wanted to be there for them, to watch them grow, to listen to their stories, to share in their triumphs and their disappointments.
No longer was he willing to settle for the tepid companionship that he had thought he wanted with Penny. With Brandi he knew that he could have a Technicolor spectacular of a marriage—filled with fireworks, crashing cymbals and rooms filled with love and laughter.
All he had to do was to convince her of that.
A piece of cake.
Chapter 7
B reakfast became a hilarious affair. Brandi wasn't sure what had caused the difference, but Greg seemed to be lighthearted, teasing her unmercifully with outrageous suggestions for breakfast.
She ended up preparing huevos rancheros, a Mexican dish of scrambled eggs and chopped beef wrapped in a flour tortilla and covered with a hot sauce. Brandi was determined to show him that despite his ridiculous suggestions she could turn out a breakfast that was neither dull nor boring.
"My God, my tongue is on fire," he said after a few bites. He grabbed his glass of orange juice.
"I told you not to be so liberal with the hot sauce," she pointed out calmly, continuing to eat.
"You also said it wasn't all that hot."
"I told you the bottle was labeled Medium Spicy. But if you aren't used to it, the sauce can seem rather hot."
"You can say that again." He tentatively took another bite. "Great flavor, though."
"But not what you'd expect a lawyer to have for breakfast on a daily basis."
He grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, I don't know. I have a hunch it might give me an unusual amount of energy to meet the demands of a busy schedule.''
Brandi unobtrusively tried to study him at odd moments, wondering why he seemed so different today. He was dressed in a heavy sweater and winter pants, his usual attire since she'd known him. The morning exercise had given him a ruddy color that was in attractive contrast to his light hair.
The change seemed to be from within. It was as though he glowed with an inner light. He seemed more relaxed, somehow. There were no distractions today. He was totally and completely focused on her. She found the attention a little unnerving. It was almost as though he were a missile locked in on a target. Brandi had an uneasy suspicion that she was the target.
She hadn't brought up his proposal of the night before. Neither had he. Brandi supposed she was relieved that he wasn't going to try to debate the issue with her. She reminded herself once again that he would be a formidable foe. She had no desire to cross swords with him.
If you lost this battle, you'd probably find yourself married to him, she reminded herself. A shiver ran down her backbone at the thought.
"Are you cold?" he asked, getting up and pouring them some more coffee.
"No."
"Good. I was hoping I could talk you into going skiing after we give our breakfast a chance to settle."
She grinned. "I'd love it. I just wish I'd brought my camera. Today looks like a winter wonderland."
Greg sat down across from her again and picked up his cup. "I can't help wondering if we'll hear from Tim today."
"He said he'd get back to us as soon as he learned anything."
"I know you'll be glad to have this nightmare behind you."
She
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