I pictured “sorts” as ivory dominoes I could line up and knock down or slap off the table, across the room. She would wrap me in her arms and sing an old sad song when I was sleepy or cranky or “out of sorts,” which is how she’d put it. Her sweet smile was warm sunshine when I got cold. Momma’s hazel eyes crinkled at the corners whenever she looked at me or my brothers or my daddy. In the winter they were sparse, branches like bony fingers spread, palms up grasping at heaven. In the summer the trees were rich green, and the sweet scent of peach juice filled the air. I loved Dolly Parton and butterflies and picking peaches straight off my Daddy’s trees and eating them, jumping in the lake and running after jackrabbits with my little brother Leon. I was eleven-that strange age between too big to play in the creek in only my panties and too little to sleep without the closet light on. She would’ve gone on to be Miss Louisiana if my daddy hadn’t made her a Mrs. She was Peach Princess, Teen Dixie Peach, and Miss Dixie Gem. She was head majorette in high school and Homecoming queen and Prom queen and every other queen. Penelope Jean Harris was the scion of our town’s founder and prettiest girl in three parishes. (WAIT FOR ME is a STAND-ALONE small-town, brother’s best friend, second-chance, military, secret-baby romance with a guaranteed HEA. I broke her heart just as surely as I broke mine, but I’m going back to make it right. Only her whiskey eyes and dark hair, her slim arms and her sweet scent, give me hope.
Instead, I went back to the city… where no amount of money, no amount of pills can heal this wound.
We were honorably discharged, but I didn’t go to her. Her brother Sawyer would kick my ass if he knew how many times we made out that summer-how close we got.Įverything changed when Sawyer and I joined the military. Noel LaGrange stole my heart at eighteen, when she pushed me off a flatbed and called me a city slicker. I’m still waiting, because Taron Rhodes is still the man of my dreams,Īnd I have a secret that has his blue-green eyes. I gave him my first kiss, my heart, my everything.
Strong, tanned arms and blue-green eyes over a heart-stopping, naughty grin… He was ponytail-pulling, ice down your shirt teasing, throw you in the lake screaming… Taron Rhodes was my brother’s best friend.
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