After a tragedy changes the course of Elise Morgan’s life leaving her without a family and in foster care, she meets Anthony Scott. It doesn’t take long for them to become fast friends and they do everything together. When Elise manages to get a scholarship to college and Anthony doesn’t. They find themselves separated. As the years pass, they lose touch.
Feeling restless with her life, Elise sets about trying to find what is missing in her life. After breaking up with her boyfriend she takes a trip home hoping to find a sense of peace. One hug reveals that what Elise thought she was missing wasn’t a place or a thing it was a person.
Can she find true love with the one man she thought she might never see again?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
After the interview, I hurried back to my hotel room. I changed out of my suit into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, swapped my heels for sneakers, and headed down to the wharf. I searched for over an hour before I finally found the Hotel Alexander. Walking onto the job site, I stopped the first guy in a hard hat that I could find.
“Excuse me.” I tapped the man on the shoulder.
“Yeah?” He eyed me suspiciously. “How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Anthony Scott.”
“He’s up the scaffold.” He pointed at the mass of steel piping on the side of the building. “Hang on a sec, I’ll get him down for you.”
“Hey, Tony! There’s a chick here to see ya.” Anthony’s head popped over the edge of the scaffold. I looked up so he could see my face.
“Elise?” he asked, disbelief clear in his tone. I just nodded. “Stay right where you are. I’m coming down.” His whoop of excitement echoed off the surrounding buildings, making my heart beat just a little faster. As he hit the bottom of the scaffolding, he ran over to me, swept me up in his arms, and swung me around in the biggest bear hug I’d had in years.
That was when it hit me. This was home. Not San Francisco, but right here in Anthony’s arms. This is what I’d been missing for six years, where I’d been yearning to be.
He finally set me down on my feet and leaned back to look at me. “What are you doing here?” He stared at me shock written all over his face.
“I had a job interview this morning with the Times. I thought I’d come say hi while I was in town.”
“You’re moving home?” He yelped with excitement.
“I am if I get the job.” I smirked at him.
With that, he swept me up into another giant hug. “Wait right here. Don’t move.” He turned and ran toward what was probably the on-site office, disappearing inside.
He came back out after about ten minutes, a giant grin spread across his face. “So, have you had lunch yet?” I shook my head. “Well, come on, then.” He grabbed my hand.
We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and reminiscing. We filled each other in on what had been going on in our lives. I ’fessed up and told him the whole truth about Dave. In return, he told me about this man-eater of a girl he had broken up with just after New Year’s.
The more we talked, the more I understood this was what had been missing in my life. I couldn’t remember feeling as content as I did right then, sitting with Anthony. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Then it dawned on me. How had I not seen it before? I loved him and not just the kind of love you have for family. I was in love with him—probably always had been. I was just too scared and withdrawn as a young girl to recognize my feelings for what they were. As luck would have it, I wasn’t that girl anymore. I was a woman, one who knew just what she wanted. Somehow I had to let him know how I felt, even if he didn’t feel the same.
As dinner time rolled around, I didn’t want us to part ways before I’d had a chance to tell him how I felt.
“So, what are we doing for dinner?” I asked.
“What would you like to do?” He grinned.
Same old Anthony, always wanting to make sure we did something that would make me happy.
“Well, I was thinking we could just head to my hotel, order a little room service, and continue the trip down memory lane.”
About the Author
Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in PerthWestern Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.
She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.
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