Here’s the second part of my micro-novel.
Come back tomorrow for part three.
An Unplanned Rendezvous — Part two
The man turned then and froze when he noticed her. Painful, hot, searing memories flowed through her body as his eyes widened. The same all-seeing eyes she’d tried to forget. Annie held his gaze for a long second before twisting and leaping toward the sliding glass door. A hand grabbed at her arm. She shook Tracy’s touch away and raced inside, out of the man’s line of sight.
Tracy grabbed her arm again. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“What?” She dropped her hand and looked out the door. “You know one of those hot guys?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” She glanced out the door again. “Which one? I hope it’s not the shorter one.”
“Then it’s the tall, dark one coming this way?” She giggled. “Mine is coming this way too.”
“Damn it, Tracy.”
“They look like each other,” Tracy said, staring boldly at the approaching men. “Shit, they’re even better up close.”
“Yeah, I know,” Annie mumbled, contemplating dashing out the front door.
“Hey, gorgeous,” a slightly familiar voice said. “My name is Dave, and this is my older brother Luke.”
“Hi, I’m Tracy,” her friend said, “and this is Annie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, finally,” Dave said. “I noticed you when you first came to the beach.”
Tracy grinned. “Good.”
Annie shook her head at her friend’s flirty attitude, and smiled at Dave. “You haven’t changed.”
Dave raised his brow and smirked. “Why change a good thing?”
Annie didn’t want to smile, but she did.
“Neither have you, Annie.”
She shook her head. “That’s nice for you to say, Dave.”
“My brother’s speaking the truth,” a deeper, more control voice said. She would never forget this man’s voice, deep and rich and full of undeniable promises. “You do look good still.”
Annie shivered. “Hello, Luke.”
The bigger man stepped into the room, blocking out the light of the sun with his broad shoulders. A hot, look flashed over her, firm lips rising up into a devastating grin as he traveled his gaze over her. She’d met him at her aunt and uncle’s home around noon on that Tuesday like she’d done a million times before, and woke up Wednesday in her bedroom numb, breathless, totally satisfied — and alone.
And filled with guilt.
“I’m mad at you, Annie.” Tracy glared at her. “I tell you everything.”
“Whether I want to hear it or not,” Annie whispered. “I was hoping he was too drunk to remember.”
“Having sex,” his deep, gravelly voice answered, “with her.”