Could be, the older receptionist agreed. What I can tell you is that as soon as his son switched to studying law the elder Mr. Hamlin was as happy and carefree as a kid on the last day of school. Before long the senior Mr. Hamlin was bringing the younger by and arranging for him to meet Mr. Bowers daughter.
Hes not what I envisioned for myself—I was truthful about that part. Henry is wild and careless, but thats not all he is. Hes also gentle and kind and patient and giving and intelligent and clever . . . and wonderful. I left those parts out.He could crush me; the foreshadowing is clearly written. Its a tale as old as time: the inexperienced bluestocking and the bed-hopping rogue.
Bloody hell, Im a trope.But the biggest part of my heart doesnt care. It says it would be worth it. It shouts at me that were strong enough to survive the breaking. Marianne did. Well glue ourselves back together again and have the amazing, tender memories of a dashing whirlwind romance, the likes of which I have never known.My heart asks me if Im tired yet—tired of being too afraid to jump and leap, tired of keeping my feet so firmly on the ground. I groan and cover my face with a pillow. And Henrys scent surrounds me, fills me. I press it closer and inhale, smothering myself with him.
And now Ive become a cliché too.Damn it all to hell.
I put the pillow aside and drag myself up and out of bed. Big-girl knickers time. Im going to find him, accept his apology, and give him one of my own. I dont bother with my robe or slippers; I just rush to the door and step out into the hallway—directly on the hard, thick item outside my door.
Emotions are mysterious things. Sometimes they build slowly, surging like a wave before cresting to a peak and crashing all over you.Friday Sam knew Beth was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital and transported to the rehab facility. Sam wished hed taken the day off so that he could be with her, which didnt make sense. Sunshine was sure to go with her. Still, he remained distracted, concerned about Beth. The kiss changed things between them. He found it impossible to stop thinking about Beth and wanting to kiss her again and again. All he knew was that within a matter of a week she had become important to him. More important than was logical or reasonable.
Despite all their differences, he was drawn to her in ways that he hadnt been to a woman in longer than he could remember. Okay, he could remember, but that was a relationship hed prefer to forget.Her smile was part of the attraction, he knew. Her entire face lit up with happiness whenever he came to visit, as if shed been waiting all day for just that moment. The irony of it was hed been the one who could barely wait to get to her. Her smile had a way of hitting him square in the chest. God help him, he could live a year on one of her smiles.
They also shared a love of music. Sam had none of the formal training shed received. Hed taught himself how to play the guitar and mostly played by ear, although hed learned to read sheet music by watching YouTube. Her knowledge was extensive, but shed never made him feel inferior or like less of a musician. He felt a certain sense of pride knowing his playing relaxed her enough to help her fall asleep.Leaving her was hard. Often he stayed as long as an hour after shed drifted off, doing nothing more than studying her. Yup, he had it bad. For most of his adult life, Sam had avoided relationships, or ones that lasted more than a few days or, more accurately put, nights. Everything was different with Beth. He was different with Beth. She was concerned about him meeting her mother. Well, he wasnt turning tail no matter what. He didnt know what the future held, but he was fairly certain Beth would be part of it.