time? How could she feel like she was missing something important when they hadn’t even shared one full day together?
Resting her chin on her knees, the light breeze tugging at her tangled hair, she knew exactly why. Because she knew him. Even before meeting him in person, she knew him.
All that time they spent in chat…
Immediately, she closed her eyes, realizing she hadn’t told him. Placing the heel of her hand on her head she groaned. She hadn’t told him about the Chat Addiction article and that he had been her research.
* * * * *
Jake sat on the plane and watched the landscape get smaller and smaller beneath him. His fist clenched as they soared into the sky. Why had he invited her to Tulsa? He must be out of his damn mind. Just because he could see the hunger in her face when he told her he was leaving, didn’t mean he had to invite her out. The woman sat there, her hair in disarray, the sheet hiding nothing from view, her big brown eyes telling him she didn’t want him to go even if she didn’t voice the word and he had cracked. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. But now? It was so totally out of character for him.
He rarely ever saw a woman more than once. It was always a one-time thing, no strings, no phone numbers, no other contact. Just a fuck and nothing more, he didn’t want or need more.
Could he really delude himself and say Becca was just a fuck?
Tension coiled like a snake in the pit of his stomach, answering his question.
* * * * *
Becca hummed as she walked through the cubicles at Richmond Times . She knew her coworkers were starting to stare at her, but she didn’t really care. She felt happy, light and it was all because of Jake. Mondays were usually hectic with everyone trying to get back into their groove.
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“Mmm-hmm. If I didn’t know better I would think you got laid, sister!” Matty said as he leaned over the flimsy wall.
She was terrible at hiding stuff and couldn’t stop the blush before it hit her cheeks.
“O-M-G!” His black eyes went round. “You did get laid!” He disappeared only to reappear and perch on her desk. “Okay. Give me the deets! Was it hot?”
“Matty! Shh. Not so loud,” she said, trying to get him to be a little less flamboyant.
Like that was possible. The man was wearing a bright pink kerchief around his neck.
One didn’t get any more flashy than Matty.
“But, girl. I approve. You know I do. It’s about time, is all I can say. So, who was it?”
She laughed as his eyebrows waggled comically. “His name is Jake.”
“Oooo, sounds scrumptious. Did he have a nice, firm—”
“I have a delivery for Rebecca Saylor,” a man called from the front of the office.
Matty pointed at her as she stood up. “Here she is, the lucky girl.”
Becca’s mouth dropped at the size of the bouquet. At least two dozen pale pink roses filled a lavender vase that was tied with a lovely pink bow. The delivery guy brought them to her and smiled as he had her sign the paper. The bouquet barely fit on her desk and the aroma filled the office. A couple of her coworkers let out a whistle.
The white card seemed to glare from in between the blooms.
“Go on. Read it,” Matty said, his wide grin infectious.
She plucked the card and took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe Jake had sent…
Her breathing stopped as she re-read the card and she felt the blood drain from her face.
Surprise. Bet you thought they were from your new lover. You are mine, Rebecca. Your husband, Nick.
How did he know? How could he know? She didn’t even notice when Matty plucked the card out of her hand and read it.
“That sorry son-of-a-bitch,” he said. “And how could he even dare to say he’s your husband? That man is a lunatic.”
When her business phone rang, she shook her head and answered.
“Hello, this is Rebecca with Richmond Times .”
“Hello, Rebecca.” The familiar voice sent a chill down her spine.
“What do you want,
Resting her chin on her knees, the light breeze tugging at her tangled hair, she knew exactly why. Because she knew him. Even before meeting him in person, she knew him.
All that time they spent in chat…
Immediately, she closed her eyes, realizing she hadn’t told him. Placing the heel of her hand on her head she groaned. She hadn’t told him about the Chat Addiction article and that he had been her research.
* * * * *
Jake sat on the plane and watched the landscape get smaller and smaller beneath him. His fist clenched as they soared into the sky. Why had he invited her to Tulsa? He must be out of his damn mind. Just because he could see the hunger in her face when he told her he was leaving, didn’t mean he had to invite her out. The woman sat there, her hair in disarray, the sheet hiding nothing from view, her big brown eyes telling him she didn’t want him to go even if she didn’t voice the word and he had cracked. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. But now? It was so totally out of character for him.
He rarely ever saw a woman more than once. It was always a one-time thing, no strings, no phone numbers, no other contact. Just a fuck and nothing more, he didn’t want or need more.
Could he really delude himself and say Becca was just a fuck?
Tension coiled like a snake in the pit of his stomach, answering his question.
* * * * *
Becca hummed as she walked through the cubicles at Richmond Times . She knew her coworkers were starting to stare at her, but she didn’t really care. She felt happy, light and it was all because of Jake. Mondays were usually hectic with everyone trying to get back into their groove.
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“Mmm-hmm. If I didn’t know better I would think you got laid, sister!” Matty said as he leaned over the flimsy wall.
She was terrible at hiding stuff and couldn’t stop the blush before it hit her cheeks.
“O-M-G!” His black eyes went round. “You did get laid!” He disappeared only to reappear and perch on her desk. “Okay. Give me the deets! Was it hot?”
“Matty! Shh. Not so loud,” she said, trying to get him to be a little less flamboyant.
Like that was possible. The man was wearing a bright pink kerchief around his neck.
One didn’t get any more flashy than Matty.
“But, girl. I approve. You know I do. It’s about time, is all I can say. So, who was it?”
She laughed as his eyebrows waggled comically. “His name is Jake.”
“Oooo, sounds scrumptious. Did he have a nice, firm—”
“I have a delivery for Rebecca Saylor,” a man called from the front of the office.
Matty pointed at her as she stood up. “Here she is, the lucky girl.”
Becca’s mouth dropped at the size of the bouquet. At least two dozen pale pink roses filled a lavender vase that was tied with a lovely pink bow. The delivery guy brought them to her and smiled as he had her sign the paper. The bouquet barely fit on her desk and the aroma filled the office. A couple of her coworkers let out a whistle.
The white card seemed to glare from in between the blooms.
“Go on. Read it,” Matty said, his wide grin infectious.
She plucked the card and took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe Jake had sent…
Her breathing stopped as she re-read the card and she felt the blood drain from her face.
Surprise. Bet you thought they were from your new lover. You are mine, Rebecca. Your husband, Nick.
How did he know? How could he know? She didn’t even notice when Matty plucked the card out of her hand and read it.
“That sorry son-of-a-bitch,” he said. “And how could he even dare to say he’s your husband? That man is a lunatic.”
When her business phone rang, she shook her head and answered.
“Hello, this is Rebecca with Richmond Times .”
“Hello, Rebecca.” The familiar voice sent a chill down her spine.
“What do you want,
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