my mother, sir?" I questioned him again, as I looked up into his face.
"Yes, I knew her once, a very long time ago," he finally admitted. "It seems like a lifetime ago. I am so sorry to hear of her passing," he added.
"That's kind of you, sir. Thank you."
He nodded his head briefly, before he began to speak. "I just can't get over how much you look like Annie," he said in a wistful tone. "You are the replica of your mother in almost every way. When I walked into this room and saw you standing there, I was taken aback at your resemblance of her. Forgive an old man for rambling on like this. You two must have somewhere to be, since it's the weekend and all."
There was a sheen of unshed tears in Mr. McConnell's eyes. He hastily tried to blink them away, but neither David nor I missed it. David and I quickly exchanged glances wondering what the story was with him. I wanted to pry, but he was already turning to walk away. "Sir, you are no bother," I quickly said. For some odd reason, I didn't want this man to leave. I wanted to get to know him and when and how exactly that he knew my mother.
"I must go," he muttered, as he continued to quickly walk away without turning around.
"What was all that about?" I asked David feeling confused by the emotions that warred within my soul.
"I have absolutely no idea," he answered sounding confused, as well. “Mr. McConnell is usually professional and never shows any weakness. But today something rattled him pretty bad," said David. "I have never seen him as distraught as this. I am worried about him. He is a widower and he works much too hard for a man of his age."
"I am really sad to hear that," I said. My heart went out to Mr. McConnell, for some odd reason, even though it was my first time meeting the man. I wanted to reach out to him in some way, but I had no idea how. "I like him," I finally said to David.
"The way that he was looking at you, I guess the feeling was mutual," he teased. "Do I have any reason to be jealous of Mr. McConnell?"
"Of course not, silly," I playfully punched him in the chest. "If I was twenty years older, he would be giving you a run for your money," I teased back.
"Don't play with me woman. I will drop kick anybody who tries to steal you away from me and that includes a sixty five year old man."
"You are silly," I giggled.
"You think so, huh?" he said as we made our way out the building towards his car. He stopped as we were walking to the reserved parking space where his car was parked and pulled me into his warm embrace. His head swooped down as he captured my lips in a sultry kiss before I could answer. My mouth opened to his intruding tongue. He kissed me, until I was swooning and leaning on him for his support to keep me on my feet. "You are mines," he declared in a voice thickened with desire.
"I am yours," I conceded. I knew it was the truth and so did he. I had no trouble declaring my love for him, leaving no doubt who I belonged to body, mind and soul.
Chapter 19
David
"Mr. McConnell, sir, I hope that you don't think that I am too forward or anything, but I noticed your reaction to Madelyn when you stopped by my office over the weekend," I said to him at the end of the day on Wednesday, after most of the employees had left for the day.
"Come on in and grab a seat, David," he said as I leaned against his office door frame. I walked in and took a seat across from his desk in one of the comfortable wingback leather chairs. I looked at him expectantly for his explanation of his strange behavior. He cleared his throat as he seemed to contemplate where to begin. "I knew Madelyn's mother a long time ago. We met in the hospital during my wife's first miscarriage. Annie Stowe was kind to us and I never forgot her beautiful spirit. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, besides my wife. By the time my wife had her second miscarriage, we were already on rocky and shaky ground."
Mr. McConnell paused as he took a sip from
"Yes, I knew her once, a very long time ago," he finally admitted. "It seems like a lifetime ago. I am so sorry to hear of her passing," he added.
"That's kind of you, sir. Thank you."
He nodded his head briefly, before he began to speak. "I just can't get over how much you look like Annie," he said in a wistful tone. "You are the replica of your mother in almost every way. When I walked into this room and saw you standing there, I was taken aback at your resemblance of her. Forgive an old man for rambling on like this. You two must have somewhere to be, since it's the weekend and all."
There was a sheen of unshed tears in Mr. McConnell's eyes. He hastily tried to blink them away, but neither David nor I missed it. David and I quickly exchanged glances wondering what the story was with him. I wanted to pry, but he was already turning to walk away. "Sir, you are no bother," I quickly said. For some odd reason, I didn't want this man to leave. I wanted to get to know him and when and how exactly that he knew my mother.
"I must go," he muttered, as he continued to quickly walk away without turning around.
"What was all that about?" I asked David feeling confused by the emotions that warred within my soul.
"I have absolutely no idea," he answered sounding confused, as well. “Mr. McConnell is usually professional and never shows any weakness. But today something rattled him pretty bad," said David. "I have never seen him as distraught as this. I am worried about him. He is a widower and he works much too hard for a man of his age."
"I am really sad to hear that," I said. My heart went out to Mr. McConnell, for some odd reason, even though it was my first time meeting the man. I wanted to reach out to him in some way, but I had no idea how. "I like him," I finally said to David.
"The way that he was looking at you, I guess the feeling was mutual," he teased. "Do I have any reason to be jealous of Mr. McConnell?"
"Of course not, silly," I playfully punched him in the chest. "If I was twenty years older, he would be giving you a run for your money," I teased back.
"Don't play with me woman. I will drop kick anybody who tries to steal you away from me and that includes a sixty five year old man."
"You are silly," I giggled.
"You think so, huh?" he said as we made our way out the building towards his car. He stopped as we were walking to the reserved parking space where his car was parked and pulled me into his warm embrace. His head swooped down as he captured my lips in a sultry kiss before I could answer. My mouth opened to his intruding tongue. He kissed me, until I was swooning and leaning on him for his support to keep me on my feet. "You are mines," he declared in a voice thickened with desire.
"I am yours," I conceded. I knew it was the truth and so did he. I had no trouble declaring my love for him, leaving no doubt who I belonged to body, mind and soul.
Chapter 19
David
"Mr. McConnell, sir, I hope that you don't think that I am too forward or anything, but I noticed your reaction to Madelyn when you stopped by my office over the weekend," I said to him at the end of the day on Wednesday, after most of the employees had left for the day.
"Come on in and grab a seat, David," he said as I leaned against his office door frame. I walked in and took a seat across from his desk in one of the comfortable wingback leather chairs. I looked at him expectantly for his explanation of his strange behavior. He cleared his throat as he seemed to contemplate where to begin. "I knew Madelyn's mother a long time ago. We met in the hospital during my wife's first miscarriage. Annie Stowe was kind to us and I never forgot her beautiful spirit. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, besides my wife. By the time my wife had her second miscarriage, we were already on rocky and shaky ground."
Mr. McConnell paused as he took a sip from
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