Part 7 (Genre:Romantic Suspense)
A story of chances, stealing, and love inside a city & man where all hope is gone. Can one woman change his destiny? Or will loneliness take over and leave him hopeless?
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She hesitated before approaching him but after a moment, warily stepped to him until she was arms length away.
He couldn’t believe it was her and at the same time, he found his body in the grips of confusion. He closed his fist deliberately digging his fingernails in his palm, needing the pain in order to stay focus. She smelled so good he could almost taste her.
“Bob?” she asked unsure.
“Rob,” he corrected her.
She looked up and down the street as if that would answer the curiosity in her eyes. “What are you doing here and how did you find me?”
“It’s kind of a long story. And after you hear what I have to stay, you’ll understand why I feel uncomfortable standing out here with you.”
Her lip twitched a bit before she said, “Follow me.”
He wanted to do more than follow her.
They walked into the house after she used her keys and turned off the security systems.
The front rooms were dimly lit filled with old furniture, yet exceptionally clean. She moved over to a wall mirror over the mantle and removed her hat, but her eyes stayed on him the whole time.
Her hair which was usually pulled back and tucked under when she was at the bus stop, now flowed to her shoulders dark and silky. Everything beckoned for him to touch her, but he resisted the urge turning away trying to focus on things. His vision seemed suddenly blurred and yearning to look back at her.
Rob dug his fingernails harder in his palms and mentally reprimanded himself for not taking another extra dose of medication before coming over.
Yet, Rob really had no idea that he would get this kind of chance to be alone with her.
“Would you care for something to drink?” she offered.
“I need to know why your boyfriend feels the need to hunt me down and punch me out in order to keep me away from you?”
Her look of confusion increased. “What are you talking about?”
“The guy you were with at the bus stop pulls in front of my house, gets out his car, plants a steel fist in my gut and tells me to stay the hell away from you or expect a lot more next time. Says you used to be his woman and he’s not going to let anyone get in the way.”
She rolled her hazel brown eyes and reached in her purse to pull out a cell phone. After dialing, she started to pace anxiously as she waited for someone to answer the phone. “Hello Armando? I know why Rube didn’t make the funeral. He was out beating up strange men… I told you he’s crazy and until we find them he’s going to get worse… I won’t calm down.” She suddenly disconnected the call and faced Rob again. “I’m sorry for the trouble my brother’s cause.”