between her smiling face and the road ahead. “Look, don’t go getting any crazy ideas or making more of this than it is,” he warned.
“I won’t,” said Alondra. “I’m not going to do a thing, I promise!” She sat back in her seat, and looked out the side window, smiling. Yes, her father definitely liked Geri.
Chapter 9
Geri had watched Marc’s car disappear around the bend, and stood for a while, looking at the moon. She hadn’t counted on this thing with him. He was a very good-looking man; he was tall, broad, and handsome. And there was something about the way he looked at her that made her heart skip a beat. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered aloud. “Did what happened with him, really happen?” She couldn’t ignore what she was feeling. He made her feel wonderful. She sat back in a chair and wrapped her arms around her and smiled.
She basked the moon light. It was a beautiful night in more ways than one. It had been a long time since she had feelings like this; not since her husband Stan. Suddenly, her tranquil moment was interrupted by another thought. Stan… he’d been nearly twenty years her senior and had died a horrible death–a radio had supposedly fallen into the tub while he bathed. The details were suspicious.
She left the porch, and went into the house to prepare some things. Her first contact had gone better than expected.
Marc stared through the window of his darkened room. The moon seemed more enchanting tonight for some reason. He remembered a night like this many years ago; the night he met his wife Clarice.
He had gone to a fair with Cain and Blair, and wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going. He and Clarice bumped into each other. Her brown eyes were mesmerizing, her perfect smile and soothing laughter captivated him. He paused as the memories replayed in his mind.
But just as he thought about Clarice, Geri’s face filled his mind; her smile and laughter, the way the moonlight gleamed in her eyes. “No! This isn’t happening,” he told himself. “I just met the woman today, and already I’m falling for her. What in the hell is wrong with you man?”
He turned from the window and sat on his bed. He took the picture from the nightstand. It had been there for what seemed like forever. It was of Clarice. “I fell in love with you right then and there,” he said softly. He gently put the picture back in its place and guilt overtook him. He mustn’t betray the only woman who had ever truly captured his heart; the one and only woman for him. He lay back on the bed, his eyes closed, and succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter 10
The next morning seemed to come quickly to Blair. She was up early preparing breakfast for her family, knowing the magazine crew would arrive soon. And no quicker than she had put on the coffee, the front doorbell rang. “They don’t waste any time,” she groaned. She let the men in and they commented on how good everything smelled.
Marc was just descending the stairs when Deidra walked through the front door. She busy looking at a camera, and didn’t notice him staring at her. She fumbled around with it for a while longer, looking through it to see if it was working right by panning around the room, and came upon Marc standing on the bottom step. She jumped back with a start.
“Marc!” she yelled with her hand covering her heart and trying to catch her breath at the same time. He smiled and stepped down on the floor still looking at her.
“You really get into your work don’t you?” he said.
She set the camera back in its bag. “Yes, it’s all I have right now,” she said. She looked at him and then quickly away.
He stared for a moment. “I can’t believe a beautiful woman like doesn’t have a special someone somewhere,” said Marc.
Deidra headed for the living room. “You’d be surprised.” She said passing him.
He followed her, wanting to pursue this further, as she had