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Her agenda since this whole thing began had done a one-eighty. She no longer wanted to hurt him and show him what he’d missed when he left all those years ago; she wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted to kiss and touch and hold him like she had in her dreams—and in her imagination when she was alone. She wanted him to see her for the woman she had become. She wanted him to help her scratch number ten off her list, finally, after a decade of waiting.“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go through with it, but I want to see the list. Keeping me in the dark is counterproductive.”“Kinda like being me, huh?” “You know what’s on the list, so, no.” He wanted to see the list. Fine. She’d show it to him. She pulled it out of the back of her phone case and handed it to him, waiting for his reaction with a smirk.To her shock, he didn’t ask what to make of it. Instead, she heard him running his fingers across the surface. Shit. He could read braille. When had that happened?“So... Speedboat, slow dance in the rain...”“Give it back!” she swept her arms in the direction of his voice and made contact with his chest. Grabbing his T-shirt in her fist, she reached for his right arm.“Play spin the bottle?”“I was fifteen! Please give it back.” She had to get it away from him before he read number ten.“Sleep under the stars...”That was number nine. She lunged and made a mad grab for the scrap of paper, but only managed to rip a corner off of it.“Lose it.”Crap, crap, crap. She slumped to the floor and buried her face in her hands to hide what was surely the mother of all blushes based on the hot flush crawling over her skin.“Lose what?”He could not be that dense.“Oh...that.” He sat down beside her, turned her hand over, and placed the list in her palm. “I was fifteen,” she said again as if it made a difference. “I’m sorry, Gen. I didn’t mean to upset you. You handed it to me.”“I didn’t know you could read braille.”He tipped her chin toward him with his fingertips and wiped away an escaped tear. “You don’t know a lot of things about me.”
“Lady, you’re right. There’s something to fear from everyone. Especially me. If you’re in danger then it’s because I’m going to spoil you. It’ll make the choice of staying together very easy. Every girl in this city will be jealous of you. And every man will wish they were me.”Lady looked at him in disbelief.Del continued his efforts to soothe her. “You knew there’d be some sort of problem with the money and your inheritance.”
Zoe Adams currently resides in Hawaii. She was born the fifth of eight children in the Midwest. A big family and a family store gave a lot of human interaction and work experience at a very young age. Her mother gave a love for books, paper, pens, and any other creative mediums. Her father instilled work ethic for making, repairing, or polishing things until they shine. There was a lot of competition in the large family and she learned how to tell a good story with few words.Some days she can be found at the beach or kayaking with her husband and partner of twelve years. They have no children but are perfectly content to spoil a dog. On other days, Zoe writes in a fictional world where love rules and romance is mandatory.