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use, the builders hopefully sending out the new contractor on Saturday to do a final walk-through of the structure and talk about t

and all of his good old boys loads of money, she'd left and opened Martin and Co, a company led by a group of hard-working business professionals. She had an MBA and her license in accounting, and Parker, her business partner, had his masters in mar

. The best part about living in Houston was that there were always people out and about. It was no New York, but the oil and gas capital of the world was booming with

her black heels at the door, dropping her purse and rolling her shoulders to get her long-sleeved black jacket to release her from its tight hold. A quick reach up to her hair, and the clip was history, half thrown across the room to land amongst the rest o

reading happened to be her favorite pastime. She loved to dive into a love affair that she figured could only be found in the confines of a book, seeing that her own life showed no possibility of a steamy night to come. She knelt before the tall wooden structure,

re of them together, her smiling at the camera and him looking at her with a goofy grin. She smiled, unable to help herself. They'd been best friends, but there was always something more to it. She'd never really given anyone else the time of day, and the two of the

e way she was in him. Why else would he not have made a move? He wasn't shy, and even though he was brilliant, he still played football and hung out with all of the meatheads

never ask

ing to gawk at, but definitely pretty. She brushed her fingers over the picture once more and closed the b

from the long day and the unusually long evening with Trisha. It was just after eleven, and she would normally have been in bed for mo

wn the length of his back. His sandy brown hair was a little long, his smile still wide and welcoming, and his sky blue eyes were filled with promises she

haven't even found him

were being honest with herself, she knew he was most likely happily married to some hippy chick h

d somewhere, one thing was for sure, she needed to find him. Rebecca just needed to know why he never saw her the way

, and yet he was still haunting her almost daily. She turned onto her side and tried to swallow the sadness that moved in swiftly and hung over her. She j

ered as a tear fell o