MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) by Sabrina Sims McAfee

peaceful.”
                  Zeke kept his back to her while he absorbed the breathtaking view. Although she woke up to this view every day, she could never get enough of it. A former mansion, her upscale apartment had dark, wooden parquet floors. Tall floor-to-ceiling windows. High ceilings. Cream colored walls and golden details sculpted by a French noblesse. Located on a quiet side street near Quai d’Orleans, it had stunning views of the left bank, Ile de la Cite, and Notre Dame.  “Look at the structure on the Cathedral.” Zeke seemed in awe.
                  Dressed in a black fitted dress, Taylor folded her arms across her breasts. “It’s gorgeous. Sometimes I sit here on the windowsill and just stare. Dream. And think.”
                  Letting the sheers slip from his fingers, he turned from the window and peered down at Taylor. “Do you ever think of me, Taylor?”
                  Taylor nodded. “I think of you every day, Zeke.”
                  Remorse filled his pupils. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you. It should’ve been me. If I could go back and trade places with you, I would. I’d take all the pain you endured as my own. Take all the fear. Erase all the horrible images out of your head.”
                  Taylor sniffled. “He was beautiful. Our son was beautiful, Zeke.”
                  Moisture coated Zeke’s eyes. “I hired a private investigator a long time ago to look for you and our son. But after years of trying, the investigator quit. I guess I should’ve hired another one. Anyhow, ever since I’ve learned about our son, I’ve thought of him and you every single day.”
                  Taylor’s heart squeezed with grief. “Me, too. He’s alive, Zeke. Our son Zavier is alive.”
                  A smile came on Zeke’s face. “Zavier. That’s what you call him? I like that name. Zavier Balfour. He’s ten now?”
                  “Yes. Ten. Born right after Christmas. I celebrate his birthday every year. Are you married, Zeke? Children? Family?”
                  “No, Taylor, I’m single. And you?”
                  Relief flooded Taylor’s insides. “I’m single, too. I’ve never been married.”
                  A rush of air expelled from Zeke’s lungs, as if he were relieved. “Me either. God, you’re so beautiful.”
                  Taylor’s lips spread into a smile. “Thanks. You’re very handsome, Zeke.”
                  Zeke’s hearty chuckles floated in the air, enticed her female senses. “I don’t know about all that. But hey, thanks for the compliment.”
                  For the rest of the day, Zeke and Taylor stayed in her apartment, catching up on each other’s lives. Sitting beside him on the expensive couch inside her den, she told him all about how she was discovered as a model. Told him about how she’d modeled for Victoria’s Secret, Vogue, Chanel, and other elite fashion icons.
                  Zeke shared with Taylor about how he’d come to Paris to build a hotel at his father’s request. In honor of his grandfather. Told her about his time at the University of Oxford and how he’d been a star football player for the prestigious school. He’d said he was honored to be the CEO of Balfour Enterprises. Although his brother Antonio was pissed, Zeke expressed that he couldn’t have been more pleased with his father’s wise decision.
                  They’d both shared their dating experiences over the years. They talked about everything, except for how it’d been hell living with mean Mildred and scary Kelvin. Maybe one day she’d give Zeke a detailed breakdown about that, too, but right now she didn’t want to relive the horrible experience. Right now, she wanted to enjoy the moment of reconnecting with the