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down on the river. Willa’s next-door neighbor, Fred, walked along the wooden dock, taking in the morning. A minute later, he entered his boat parked on the other side across from Drake’s yacht.
    What is Braylon doing? Remembering how close Braylon had stood to her earlier this morning, her body tingled. She made her way back over to the stove and poured one-fourth of the sweet-scented pancake mixture into the frying pan. The top of the batter bubbled quickly. Using a spatula, she flipped it over.
    When she pivoted to turn on the laptop sitting on the counter behind her, she noticed a present wrapped in glittery silver paper and tied with a big pink bow. I wonder who this is for?
    The tiny envelope beneath the bow had her name on it. For me? Willa shouldn’t have. She hefted the pretty package to her ear and shook it. She then put a finger under the back of the envelope, slitting it open.
    Clenching the card in her hands, she began to read.
    My Dearest Sandella,
    While looking through the albums in the library the other day, I came across some pictures of you and your family. Grandma and Adam told me that the photos were important to you, so I decided to make you a present. When I first laid eyes on you my heart smiled. I hope your heart is now smiling, too.
    I’m glad we met,
    Braylon 
     
    Sandella’s heart swelled with joy. Anxious to see what was inside the square box, her fingers pulled loose the shimmery paper. She lifted the lid and set it aside. Inside the box was a small pink photo album.
    She flipped open the first page. Her heart ticked softly as she marveled over the black and white photo of her grandmother. I forgot Willa had this picture. Oh Braylon, this is too much, she thought, flipping to the second page. 
    Her heart strummed like a violin when she laid eyes on the picture of her mother, the love of her father’s life. Long black hair, medium brown eyes, Sandella knew she looked just like Sugar in this picture. A smile took over her lips as she turned to the last page to find a photo of herself standing by the river in Willa’s backyard.
    She held the lovely present tight up against her chest. Tears stained her eyes. He’d put a lot of thought into the gift and it was the most beautiful present anyone had ever given her, definitely the most thoughtful. How do I ever —  
    The smoke alarm blared. She spun around. Dropping the album, her heart dunked. The pancakes are burning! Smoke billowed from the pan on the stove, rapidly clogging the air.
    She took off for the stove and collided with Braylon’s solid chest. Stepping around her, he grabbed the pot and tossed it into the dishwater inside the sink. A big loud poof resounded in her ears.
    With the alarm bleeping, piercing her eardrums, Braylon curled his big hands around her biceps. Tilting her head back, she saw concern fill his gaze. “Are you okay?”
    The feel of his strong hands holding her aroused her in a way she’d never experienced before. “I’m fine.” She coughed, wondering how long it’d take before he tried to get her into his bed.
     
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    B raylon’s dick hurt Bad with a capital B while standing behind Sandella inside the garage. He ordered his tingly member to remain soft inside his drawers. The last thing he needed was to embarrass himself by getting a fucking erection. 
    He pulled open the passenger’s side door of his grandfather’s yellow convertible Jaguar that he’d said he could borrow anytime he wanted. Braylon stepped to the side and, as she climbed in, he enjoyed the wonderful site of her plump firm butt. The black jeans she wore complimented her big bubble behind, and threatened to make the tip of his head milk. I wouldn’t mind caressing that ass of hers.
    After he got Royce settled in the back seat of the car, he slid between the seat and the wheel, and started backing out of the driveway. 
    “So where are we going?” Sandella asked.
    “It’s a surprise.” Braylon hit a