Reckonings. Cynthia Eden
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He hesitated. “Are we going to talk about it?”
Her cheeks pinkened. “You mean—”
“The kiss that left me aching for you.”
That light flush became even darker. She was so cute when she blushed.
“If that alarm call hadn’t come through, what do you think would have happened next?” Davis asked, curious. He knew what he’d wanted to happen but …
“I would have told you good-night. The same way I’m doing now.”
His lips quirked. He turned away from her. Shot down.
“Davis, you don’t want the trouble I bring.”
Her low words had him glancing back at her. “I can handle trouble. It’s kind of my specialty.”
Jamie took a step back. “But …”
“Let’s be clear. I want you like damn hell on fire right now. I’ve been fantasizing about you for months. When I finally got my hands on you tonight … well, the desire I felt just got stronger. I want you.”
Reckonings
Cynthia Eden
CYNTHIA EDEN, a New York Times bestselling author, writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and she has received a RITA® Award nomination for best romantic suspense novel. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found at www.cynthiaeden.com, or you can follow her on Twitter, @cynthiaeden.
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Everyone loved a good wedding. Or at least, people were supposed to love a wedding. And the wedding that she’d just watched had certainly been incredible. The bride, Ava McGuire, had been glowing as she took the hand of her husband, Mark Montgomery. The guests had erupted into cheers when the couple was pronounced man and wife. Shouts and whistles had filled the air when the two kissed.
Yes, everyone was supposed to love a wedding.
But Jamie Myers had spent the past hour wishing she could slip away from the crowd. Wishing she could pretty much be anywhere else. Sure, she liked both Ava and Mark. They were great people. It was just...the crowd. All the noise. The voices. The people.
And seeing what I’ll never have.
The big family. The ease, the comfort that came from that connection. It was too much. Because Jamie stared at all of them, and she remembered what she’d lost.
“Time to throw the bouquet!”
Jamie flinched. Scarlett McGuire had shouted the announcement as she strode past Jamie, and now she was flashing a rather wicked grin her way, as if she realized Jamie would rather walk through hell than make a grab for that bouquet. Of all the women at that wedding reception, Scarlett probably knew Jamie the best. So she knows this is when I’ll run.
Jamie tried to inch away, but a swarm of other women and a cloud of perfume surrounded her. She was pushed forward. Pushed up closer to the bride.
No, no, no! She threw up her hands, trying to knock the bouquet away when it actually came right at her.
Jamie thought she heard a sharp bark of male laughter, and she realized that she’d squeezed her eyes shut. Jamie cracked open one eye just in time to see the bouquet bounce off her hand and fly toward one of the bridesmaids. The woman let out a shriek of joy and fist-pumped