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What Might Have Been |
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Remi and Berto have their own story told in Wendi's free read, From Picasso, With Love
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Excerpt from What Might Have Been |
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“Now, Miss Macy, our favourite free spirit, we have a surprise for
you.”
“Really?” Macy scanned the crowd. When she noticed the photos of the
class along the wall behind her, her breath caught in her throat.
The words
Most Likely to
Disappear in a Crowd framed her picture. Her heart sank.
Apparently the Class of ‘97 wasn’t about to let her forget her claim
to fame—being counted as present in a class she skipped for an
entire week because the teacher assumed she was there.
“Oh, you saw that.” Berto shrugged. “It’s just a stupid picture.
Don’t let it bother you.” He pointed to another photo down the line.
“See? Royce is still class brownnoser and Selene made the worst
dressed list. Big deal. I’m still the Winter Fest Queen.”
She chuckled at the sight of Berto’s knobby knees and the elaborate
toilet plunger staff he carried in the picture. “You’re right, your
highness, but somehow I had this contrived notion that becoming an
author and being a respected member of the community would override
that image of me.”
“Hell yes, it does,” Remi replied over her shoulder. “We think
you’re great and want to show you.”
When Macy turned to reply, she pressed her lips together. Next to
Remi stood none other than, Tanner Connolly. Damn. She forced her
gaze to remain on his face. If she allowed herself to glance at the
rest of his body, he’d know she’d never quite forgotten him. The
tips of her ears burned. Her breath caught in her throat and time
slowed to a crawl. The world around her fizzled to nothingness.
His hair flopped over his forehead, no longer in the crew cut he’d
worn during the football seasons. She longed to reach out and run
her fingers over the silken strands. Although the perpetual dusting
of hairs darkened his cheeks, the baby fat no longer remained. Laugh
lines crinkled around his blue eyes and gave him a rugged
appearance. Even in the dismal lighting, the sapphire in his eyes
sparkled like always.
“Macy, darling, this fine gentleman wants your autograph.” Remi
slapped Tanner’s back and grabbed her attention. “She’s all yours,
but be warned, if you act like you did in high school, we’ll break
your legs. We’ve never forgotten.”
A flush crept across Tanner’s bronzed cheeks. He dipped his head
without muttering a word. Macy folded her hands to hide the
trembling. Tanner met her gaze and grinned, turning her insides to
warm goo—again. Dear God, how’d he do it? After fifteen years, he
still held the power to make her nervous and turned-on. Her nipples
hardened to points within her silky bra. Lust dampened her panties.
She rubbed her thighs together to stave off the tingles. He could’ve
been the one to make her settle down.
“I
think we need to get drinks. Mace looks parched.”
Snapped back to reality, Macy flicked her gaze to Berto. “Cola,
please. No ice.”
“Yes, a drink would be great.” Remi winked at Macy before he and
Berto strolled away. Tanner toyed with the plastic cup in his hands,
running his index finger over the condensation on the side.
Although she fought the good fight, she still lost and allowed her
gaze to wander down his body. The last fifteen years had been kind,
if not downright wonderful to him. The navy button down shirt
encased his broad chest and smooth muscle like a second skin. Even
the faded denim hugged his toned thighs, leaving little to the
imagination. If she remembered correctly, he had a tattoo of his
football number on his right calf—seventeen.
“Like what you see?”
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