Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) by Rebecca Lynn Page B
Authors: Rebecca Lynn
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your mother completely. She has great taste.
LD: She’ll be happy to hear it. P.S. I forgot to give u ur dress and heels again after salsa dancing. I’ll drop them by this week sometime.
That last text from him had made her stomach a nervous wreck and had caused butterflies to take root every time she thought of his words.
As if her mind hadn’t already been taken up with all things male related, now she sat staring at her phone while waiting for the girls, looking at the current Facebook message that had just come in.
Blinking disbelievingly, she focused her eyes again to make sure she was reading the message correctly:
Hey there, stranger. It’s been a while. U look great, btw. Would love to meet up for some drinks. R u interested? -Chaz Cardosa
Chaz the Razz had sent her a Facebook message. She couldn’t believe it. Her stomach flipped as memories of her childhood flooded back. Years of him laughing, tormenting, making comments about her boobs. They’d had a ton of classes together so she’d seen him a lot over her four years in high school, especially since their graduating class was fairly small, just over 100 students.
She’d always laughed him off to his face. That’s how she’d dealt with all comments about her weight when she was younger. She’d always given back as good as she’d gotten, and knowing Chaz, he probably hadn’t even known how much she’d been hurting. She was the master at putting on a happy face.
How the hell should she respond? He obviously had seen her current pictures. She made it a point never to post old ones of herself. She’d lived that life already and didn’t want to dwell on it any more than she had to. There was only one reason why he would want to touch base.
He apparently liked what he saw.
She felt a perverse pleasure in knowing he now thought she was pretty, worth asking out. He had been a popular, good looking guy in high school. A guy most girls wanted. Maybe she should go out with him just so he could have a look at what she’d never let him have. Flipping quickly through his own pictures, she noted he’d gotten only more handsome. Dark and Italian; she was definitely a sucker for that look in a man.
Saying yes to his friend request, she responded that she was a chef and had a big catering job she was preparing for the following weekend, but that she’d be in touch with him after that. That would at least buy her some time.
She heard the call box go off and ran to buzz the first of the girls in only to see Emily through the peephole moments later. Janie opened the door with a clang and smiled. They hugged then Emily walked in and gave her the wine she’d brought, kicked off her heels and tossed her purse on the floor.
“I need cheese and wine right now. I so have PMS.”
“Let’s get you some cheese and wine, then.” She led Emily into the kitchen area, where she’d already laid out finger food and wine glasses.
“Did you see that text from Ryann before?” Em asked with an eyebrow raise.
“Yeah, apparently there’s some news. Do you think –?”
“Yes, I think . Mike’s been very secretive this week, with little smiles here and there every time Jem or Ryann’s names are mentioned.”
Janie smiled so hard her face hurt. “Oh my gosh. I’m so frickin’ excited!”
Emily smiled just as big. “We’ll know for sure soon.”
The knocks on the door continued. The next of the women to arrive was Luke’s twin sister, Tiffany Daniels, formerly known as Tiffany Daniels-Hewitt. She’d recently changed back to her maiden name, finally shedding herself of the cheating ex-husband politician she’d been married to for close to a decade. She was the tallest and oldest of the bunch at 32 years old, reaching close to 5’10”. Like her brother, she had olive toned skin with black hair and light blue eyes, was willowy in build and always dressed
LD: She’ll be happy to hear it. P.S. I forgot to give u ur dress and heels again after salsa dancing. I’ll drop them by this week sometime.
That last text from him had made her stomach a nervous wreck and had caused butterflies to take root every time she thought of his words.
As if her mind hadn’t already been taken up with all things male related, now she sat staring at her phone while waiting for the girls, looking at the current Facebook message that had just come in.
Blinking disbelievingly, she focused her eyes again to make sure she was reading the message correctly:
Hey there, stranger. It’s been a while. U look great, btw. Would love to meet up for some drinks. R u interested? -Chaz Cardosa
Chaz the Razz had sent her a Facebook message. She couldn’t believe it. Her stomach flipped as memories of her childhood flooded back. Years of him laughing, tormenting, making comments about her boobs. They’d had a ton of classes together so she’d seen him a lot over her four years in high school, especially since their graduating class was fairly small, just over 100 students.
She’d always laughed him off to his face. That’s how she’d dealt with all comments about her weight when she was younger. She’d always given back as good as she’d gotten, and knowing Chaz, he probably hadn’t even known how much she’d been hurting. She was the master at putting on a happy face.
How the hell should she respond? He obviously had seen her current pictures. She made it a point never to post old ones of herself. She’d lived that life already and didn’t want to dwell on it any more than she had to. There was only one reason why he would want to touch base.
He apparently liked what he saw.
She felt a perverse pleasure in knowing he now thought she was pretty, worth asking out. He had been a popular, good looking guy in high school. A guy most girls wanted. Maybe she should go out with him just so he could have a look at what she’d never let him have. Flipping quickly through his own pictures, she noted he’d gotten only more handsome. Dark and Italian; she was definitely a sucker for that look in a man.
Saying yes to his friend request, she responded that she was a chef and had a big catering job she was preparing for the following weekend, but that she’d be in touch with him after that. That would at least buy her some time.
She heard the call box go off and ran to buzz the first of the girls in only to see Emily through the peephole moments later. Janie opened the door with a clang and smiled. They hugged then Emily walked in and gave her the wine she’d brought, kicked off her heels and tossed her purse on the floor.
“I need cheese and wine right now. I so have PMS.”
“Let’s get you some cheese and wine, then.” She led Emily into the kitchen area, where she’d already laid out finger food and wine glasses.
“Did you see that text from Ryann before?” Em asked with an eyebrow raise.
“Yeah, apparently there’s some news. Do you think –?”
“Yes, I think . Mike’s been very secretive this week, with little smiles here and there every time Jem or Ryann’s names are mentioned.”
Janie smiled so hard her face hurt. “Oh my gosh. I’m so frickin’ excited!”
Emily smiled just as big. “We’ll know for sure soon.”
The knocks on the door continued. The next of the women to arrive was Luke’s twin sister, Tiffany Daniels, formerly known as Tiffany Daniels-Hewitt. She’d recently changed back to her maiden name, finally shedding herself of the cheating ex-husband politician she’d been married to for close to a decade. She was the tallest and oldest of the bunch at 32 years old, reaching close to 5’10”. Like her brother, she had olive toned skin with black hair and light blue eyes, was willowy in build and always dressed
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