Long Distance Love
Chapter One
She spun around to go back to the counter but stopped abruptly on seeing Patrick
enter the shop. Her heart seemed to fall to the bottom of her stomach and bounce
back up again to lodge in her throat. She stared, drinking in the sight of him,
replenishing her mind and senses of his every feature. It had been too long, way
too long since she last saw him.
Why hadn't he called before now? He must have been home at least a week.
He wasn't wearing his glasses, and crazily she thought they must be for when he
was reading only. She was rather disappointed he wasn't wearing them, as she
thought he looked sexy with them on. Her gaze raked over him, noting his black
trousers, his grey shirt, black tie. Sex. He was a living advertisement for
sex-and of what a man in his prime should be. Hard, lean, attractive, assured.
She wanted him so badly.
"How are you, Fleur?" His accent caressed her, made her insides melt. Did her
legs actually wobble? It felt like it. She felt unstable from top to toe and all
he did was speak to her.
She took a step towards him, but Rachel was tapping her arm, ... read full excerpt from: Long Distance Love ebook
