Chapter 1
Dr. Nick Duvall walked into the bar feeling uncomfortable. This was not something he usually did, but the mess that was his current divorce made him long for another love. His first holiday in three years was a good enough reason he supposed, and he had an itch that had been steadily growing since the day his sister had talked him into buying a plane ticket and going to Hawaii for a week. He had immersed himself in work to such an extent the past months that he had never even given his loneliness so much as a thought. Away from work, he felt lonelier than ever, and he needed a woman badly. This was the perfect opportunity. He might be able to pick up someone for a holiday romance and maybe it could grow into something more.
Sidling up to the bar, he ordered a beer and scouted out the women for any possible candidates. There were some hot women around, but most were taken. The two that he was interested in seemed to be more interested in each other than in men. Then his eyes fell on a small, dark beauty huddled at one corner of the bar. She was trying her best to be inconspicuous, which he found strange. The little he could see of her was stunning. Her long hair was wavy and framed her pixie face beautifully, the light coffee-with cream of her skin was the perfect frame for her enormous green eyes, while her lips were slightly full and red. Her brilliant green eyes radiated towards him, and her blouse hinted at cleavage while leaving just the right amount of mystery.
Just as he was contemplating whether to go round to her corner of the bar and strike up a conversation, his vision got up from her stool and picked up a beat-up six string acoustic guitar and stepped up to the tiny stage which had been set up at the back. There was a small dance space in front of it. The minute the clientele became aware of her presence everyone fell silent. The first haunting strains of a melody Nick had never heard before filled the air, followed by her rich sultry voice. A part of Nick froze when he heard the sound another part of him ached with recognition. She looked so much like someone he had known so many years ago. His mind flew back to his first year as a resident at the hospital. They had met at the coffee shop around the corner, and she was waitressing there during her summer vacation and had just turned eighteen. He had been captivated by her.
Selena was her name. She was small, petite and very curvy. And he had spent that last summer getting to know her and every inch of her body and mind. He had fallen irrevocably in love with her. Selena was the kind of girl that made you think of sugar and spice all at the same time. She had been mischievous, charming, delightful, and imminently arousing. He had set his heart on marrying her he remembered but both their parents had squashed the idea. Selena’s parents had moved away and his had cut off all possible means of communication between them. It was two years later that he found out that she was dead. A motorcycle accident. She had been a passenger the bike had skidded around a corner, and she had fallen and broken her neck. Just like that the spark that had held his life in the palm of his hand had been snuffed out and was gone.
There was a thundering round of applause and Nick was startled out of his memories. His attention was once more on the petite women up on the stage. She was curvy he noticed approvingly, and wondered what she smelt like, what her skin would feel like against his, what she tasted like…
He took a large gulp of his beer and looked back up at the stage only to find himself almost choking. He had stared straight into her eyes as she sang and déjà vu hit again for the second time that night. “ Damn, it's her! It's Selena! It had to be! There was no mistaking those eyes!”
After her set was over the crowd started talking again carrying on where they had left off their conversations earlier. Those who had been dancing to her music returned to
Dr. Nick Duvall walked into the bar feeling uncomfortable. This was not something he usually did, but the mess that was his current divorce made him long for another love. His first holiday in three years was a good enough reason he supposed, and he had an itch that had been steadily growing since the day his sister had talked him into buying a plane ticket and going to Hawaii for a week. He had immersed himself in work to such an extent the past months that he had never even given his loneliness so much as a thought. Away from work, he felt lonelier than ever, and he needed a woman badly. This was the perfect opportunity. He might be able to pick up someone for a holiday romance and maybe it could grow into something more.
Sidling up to the bar, he ordered a beer and scouted out the women for any possible candidates. There were some hot women around, but most were taken. The two that he was interested in seemed to be more interested in each other than in men. Then his eyes fell on a small, dark beauty huddled at one corner of the bar. She was trying her best to be inconspicuous, which he found strange. The little he could see of her was stunning. Her long hair was wavy and framed her pixie face beautifully, the light coffee-with cream of her skin was the perfect frame for her enormous green eyes, while her lips were slightly full and red. Her brilliant green eyes radiated towards him, and her blouse hinted at cleavage while leaving just the right amount of mystery.
Just as he was contemplating whether to go round to her corner of the bar and strike up a conversation, his vision got up from her stool and picked up a beat-up six string acoustic guitar and stepped up to the tiny stage which had been set up at the back. There was a small dance space in front of it. The minute the clientele became aware of her presence everyone fell silent. The first haunting strains of a melody Nick had never heard before filled the air, followed by her rich sultry voice. A part of Nick froze when he heard the sound another part of him ached with recognition. She looked so much like someone he had known so many years ago. His mind flew back to his first year as a resident at the hospital. They had met at the coffee shop around the corner, and she was waitressing there during her summer vacation and had just turned eighteen. He had been captivated by her.
Selena was her name. She was small, petite and very curvy. And he had spent that last summer getting to know her and every inch of her body and mind. He had fallen irrevocably in love with her. Selena was the kind of girl that made you think of sugar and spice all at the same time. She had been mischievous, charming, delightful, and imminently arousing. He had set his heart on marrying her he remembered but both their parents had squashed the idea. Selena’s parents had moved away and his had cut off all possible means of communication between them. It was two years later that he found out that she was dead. A motorcycle accident. She had been a passenger the bike had skidded around a corner, and she had fallen and broken her neck. Just like that the spark that had held his life in the palm of his hand had been snuffed out and was gone.
There was a thundering round of applause and Nick was startled out of his memories. His attention was once more on the petite women up on the stage. She was curvy he noticed approvingly, and wondered what she smelt like, what her skin would feel like against his, what she tasted like…
He took a large gulp of his beer and looked back up at the stage only to find himself almost choking. He had stared straight into her eyes as she sang and déjà vu hit again for the second time that night. “ Damn, it's her! It's Selena! It had to be! There was no mistaking those eyes!”
After her set was over the crowd started talking again carrying on where they had left off their conversations earlier. Those who had been dancing to her music returned to
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