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Authors: Brenda Jackson
leave.”
“That sounds good to me.”
A man who came up and introduced himself as a local Realtor who’d heard he was interested in leasing a home snagged Parnell’s attention.
Suddenly finding himself alone, Gabe glanced around at the collection of people in attendance. He’d been introduced to several of them, all importantpeople in the Anchorage community. Deciding to step out on the patio for a bit of fresh air, he moved toward the French doors. As he passed a hall, he couldn’t help but notice a woman whose reflection was picked up on the wall mirror in front of him. He stopped, totally captured by what he saw.
He turned his head to see the actual woman, and the first word that came to his mind was magnificent. There was something about her, the way she was standing or perhaps the smile she had on her face—or perhaps the sparkle in her eyes while conversing with the man and woman beside her—that radiated confidence and self-assurance. A confident, self-assured woman outside of the bedroom meant a confident, self-assured woman inside the bedroom. He liked that. What man wouldn’t? Confident women knew what they wanted, what they liked and what they needed. They weren’t into playing games. They meant what they said and said what they meant. And they didn’t do anything half-stepping, including blowing a man’s mind while making love.
And more importantly, a confident, self-assured woman didn’t carry around excess emotional baggage. She knew how to let go. She was secure enough in herself not to worry about things she would consider as trivial. She knew not to sweat the small stuff.
Gabe felt a tightness coil deep within his stomach as he continued to watch her. Something about her set her apart from the woman standing next to her who was also attractive. It could have been the striking combination of her dark almond skin, the medium brown coloring of her hair and the whiskey coloring of her eyes. Or it could just aswell have been the outfit she had on, a stunning silk pantsuit whose teal color seemed to capture the essence of the light in the room and enhance everything about her. Whatever the reason, she looked absolutely sensuous, sexy and breathtaking.
As all those thoughts raced through his mind, he suddenly felt something that didn’t make sense. He felt some sort of a connection to her, a link, which in itself was crazy since he didn’t know the woman. And surprisingly, the connection wasn’t sexual. If anything, it was protective, which really gave him pause. Why would he feel a protective instinct for a woman he had never seen before?
His heart stuttered slightly, and he shook his head, thinking for a quick, unexplainable moment that he’d lost it, and he could only assume the reason was that he’d been working a lot lately. But still he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
He inhaled deeply, disappointedly so, when his gaze captured her hand as she lifted a stemmed wine goblet to her lips. Not only was she confident and self-assured, but she was also taken. He knew an engagement ring when he saw one. He was not surprised and considered whoever had placed that ring on her finger a very lucky man as well as a very smart one. You didn’t let a woman of this caliber stay single for long. Yet even realizing that she was spoken for couldn’t stop the heat from shimmering in his gaze as he looked at her, glad she was unaware of him staring, and grateful for his unobstructed view.
“Have we mingled enough yet, Gabe?”
Gabe turned when Parnell walked up with an anxious look on his face. Giving the woman one final look, Gabe turned and smiled at Parnell and said, “Yes, we can leave now.”
* * *
At sixty-two, John Landmark looked every bit the wealthy real estate tycoon that he was. An imposing figure with a larger-than-life height of six-five, he stood at the podium demanding attention as he spoke. And he was getting it from the group he had assembled, all key players in
“That sounds good to me.”
A man who came up and introduced himself as a local Realtor who’d heard he was interested in leasing a home snagged Parnell’s attention.
Suddenly finding himself alone, Gabe glanced around at the collection of people in attendance. He’d been introduced to several of them, all importantpeople in the Anchorage community. Deciding to step out on the patio for a bit of fresh air, he moved toward the French doors. As he passed a hall, he couldn’t help but notice a woman whose reflection was picked up on the wall mirror in front of him. He stopped, totally captured by what he saw.
He turned his head to see the actual woman, and the first word that came to his mind was magnificent. There was something about her, the way she was standing or perhaps the smile she had on her face—or perhaps the sparkle in her eyes while conversing with the man and woman beside her—that radiated confidence and self-assurance. A confident, self-assured woman outside of the bedroom meant a confident, self-assured woman inside the bedroom. He liked that. What man wouldn’t? Confident women knew what they wanted, what they liked and what they needed. They weren’t into playing games. They meant what they said and said what they meant. And they didn’t do anything half-stepping, including blowing a man’s mind while making love.
And more importantly, a confident, self-assured woman didn’t carry around excess emotional baggage. She knew how to let go. She was secure enough in herself not to worry about things she would consider as trivial. She knew not to sweat the small stuff.
Gabe felt a tightness coil deep within his stomach as he continued to watch her. Something about her set her apart from the woman standing next to her who was also attractive. It could have been the striking combination of her dark almond skin, the medium brown coloring of her hair and the whiskey coloring of her eyes. Or it could just aswell have been the outfit she had on, a stunning silk pantsuit whose teal color seemed to capture the essence of the light in the room and enhance everything about her. Whatever the reason, she looked absolutely sensuous, sexy and breathtaking.
As all those thoughts raced through his mind, he suddenly felt something that didn’t make sense. He felt some sort of a connection to her, a link, which in itself was crazy since he didn’t know the woman. And surprisingly, the connection wasn’t sexual. If anything, it was protective, which really gave him pause. Why would he feel a protective instinct for a woman he had never seen before?
His heart stuttered slightly, and he shook his head, thinking for a quick, unexplainable moment that he’d lost it, and he could only assume the reason was that he’d been working a lot lately. But still he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
He inhaled deeply, disappointedly so, when his gaze captured her hand as she lifted a stemmed wine goblet to her lips. Not only was she confident and self-assured, but she was also taken. He knew an engagement ring when he saw one. He was not surprised and considered whoever had placed that ring on her finger a very lucky man as well as a very smart one. You didn’t let a woman of this caliber stay single for long. Yet even realizing that she was spoken for couldn’t stop the heat from shimmering in his gaze as he looked at her, glad she was unaware of him staring, and grateful for his unobstructed view.
“Have we mingled enough yet, Gabe?”
Gabe turned when Parnell walked up with an anxious look on his face. Giving the woman one final look, Gabe turned and smiled at Parnell and said, “Yes, we can leave now.”
* * *
At sixty-two, John Landmark looked every bit the wealthy real estate tycoon that he was. An imposing figure with a larger-than-life height of six-five, he stood at the podium demanding attention as he spoke. And he was getting it from the group he had assembled, all key players in