securing her future happiness.
Holding her mug full of tea, she stood on the front veranda and listened to the mourning doves cooing in the sugar maples that surrounded the property. There were few houses on this gravel road, and little human activity. Just what the doctor ordered .
Would Jax Teller walk by this morning? Kind of pathetic to be standing outside, hoping for a glimpse of the sexy, tattooed guy. He didn’t have blond hair like the biker character from the television show Sons of Anarchy , but he had the swagger down cold. And looked as gorgeous, from what she could observe. He was tall, lean, and muscled, the exact opposite of her. She could be categorized as short and spongy. Hell, one guy she’d dated had even thrown that phrase at her to hurt her when she’d broken up with him. The words had stung. Even all these years later, they’d never left her memory.
Kerri glanced at her watch. Should be any minute . He had walked by at this same time for five days straight. Each day she inched a little closer to the road. First, she’d watched him from inside, peering out behind the curtains. Two days later, she’d stood in the doorway, pretending to prune the dead leaves from the hanging basket of geraniums. Today, the front porch. Kerri toyed with the idea of an elaborate scheme involving painting the railings, but her search in the shed came up empty for the tools needed for her ruse. At this rate, she might make the end of the driveway by the first of August.
He came into view. Damn . The black sweats and black undershirt he wore hugged his lanky frame. He had to be over six feet tall. His well-formed, tattooed arms were on full display. Hard to make out what kind of tats. Even though she wasn’t a real fan of body art, she had to admit that on him, the ink did not stink.
His amazing hair—and she called it amazing because it appeared to be all different shades of black and brown—looked similar to the sheen and shade on the mink stole her grandmother used to own. She would bet his hair would feel as soft and silky. Long and flowing to his impressive shoulders, she itched to run her fingers through it. Today he wore it pulled back.
The side view showed a great profile, sharp edges, high cheekbones, a perfect blade of a nose and full, sensual lips. She raised her mug in appreciation at the exact moment he turned to look at her. He stopped in his tracks. Kerri froze, her mug still held up in full salute. A hot flush covered her body at his scrutiny. A wide smile broke out on his handsome face as he lifted a hand in greeting and then continued on his walk.
Awareness thrummed through her dormant body, awakening something primitive inside, something she thought had disappeared long ago.
Desire.
Turning on her heel, she hightailed it back into the house and slammed the door.
***
The smile still rounded about his mouth half a kilometer later. Surprising, that. Two days ago, he had noticed the woman standing in the doorway of the small house fussing with some kind of flowery plant. Her admiring gaze could not be missed and he’d reveled in it, a jolt his ego needed and appreciated. Today, she’d leaned against the railing, drinking from a mug. He had a closer look. Very cute, and she had a glorious head of golden hair, long, thick, and wavy. A little chubby by typical standards, but he had always loved curves on a woman. He resolved to speak to her next time he took a walk.
What the fuck else did he have to do? Besides relive everything that had gone wrong. The sad truth was he had no clue how to fix it, or even where to start.
Chapter Two
Kerri moved the white wicker chairs from the shed and placed them on the large veranda. She sat with one leg curled under her and waited. Jax, he of the dark hair and the awesome biceps, had not walked by the house yesterday, much to her disappointment.
The fact that this was the only thing she had to look forward to, a fleeting glimpse
Holding her mug full of tea, she stood on the front veranda and listened to the mourning doves cooing in the sugar maples that surrounded the property. There were few houses on this gravel road, and little human activity. Just what the doctor ordered .
Would Jax Teller walk by this morning? Kind of pathetic to be standing outside, hoping for a glimpse of the sexy, tattooed guy. He didn’t have blond hair like the biker character from the television show Sons of Anarchy , but he had the swagger down cold. And looked as gorgeous, from what she could observe. He was tall, lean, and muscled, the exact opposite of her. She could be categorized as short and spongy. Hell, one guy she’d dated had even thrown that phrase at her to hurt her when she’d broken up with him. The words had stung. Even all these years later, they’d never left her memory.
Kerri glanced at her watch. Should be any minute . He had walked by at this same time for five days straight. Each day she inched a little closer to the road. First, she’d watched him from inside, peering out behind the curtains. Two days later, she’d stood in the doorway, pretending to prune the dead leaves from the hanging basket of geraniums. Today, the front porch. Kerri toyed with the idea of an elaborate scheme involving painting the railings, but her search in the shed came up empty for the tools needed for her ruse. At this rate, she might make the end of the driveway by the first of August.
He came into view. Damn . The black sweats and black undershirt he wore hugged his lanky frame. He had to be over six feet tall. His well-formed, tattooed arms were on full display. Hard to make out what kind of tats. Even though she wasn’t a real fan of body art, she had to admit that on him, the ink did not stink.
His amazing hair—and she called it amazing because it appeared to be all different shades of black and brown—looked similar to the sheen and shade on the mink stole her grandmother used to own. She would bet his hair would feel as soft and silky. Long and flowing to his impressive shoulders, she itched to run her fingers through it. Today he wore it pulled back.
The side view showed a great profile, sharp edges, high cheekbones, a perfect blade of a nose and full, sensual lips. She raised her mug in appreciation at the exact moment he turned to look at her. He stopped in his tracks. Kerri froze, her mug still held up in full salute. A hot flush covered her body at his scrutiny. A wide smile broke out on his handsome face as he lifted a hand in greeting and then continued on his walk.
Awareness thrummed through her dormant body, awakening something primitive inside, something she thought had disappeared long ago.
Desire.
Turning on her heel, she hightailed it back into the house and slammed the door.
***
The smile still rounded about his mouth half a kilometer later. Surprising, that. Two days ago, he had noticed the woman standing in the doorway of the small house fussing with some kind of flowery plant. Her admiring gaze could not be missed and he’d reveled in it, a jolt his ego needed and appreciated. Today, she’d leaned against the railing, drinking from a mug. He had a closer look. Very cute, and she had a glorious head of golden hair, long, thick, and wavy. A little chubby by typical standards, but he had always loved curves on a woman. He resolved to speak to her next time he took a walk.
What the fuck else did he have to do? Besides relive everything that had gone wrong. The sad truth was he had no clue how to fix it, or even where to start.
Chapter Two
Kerri moved the white wicker chairs from the shed and placed them on the large veranda. She sat with one leg curled under her and waited. Jax, he of the dark hair and the awesome biceps, had not walked by the house yesterday, much to her disappointment.
The fact that this was the only thing she had to look forward to, a fleeting glimpse
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