Annie Mae Dalton’s professional life is pretty sweet. Her bakery, Sweet Things, is doing really well. Her personal life has been almost non-existent. Until now. What happens when not one but three men from her past come storming in at the same time?
FBI Agent Marcus Anders and Atlanta PD Detective Scott O’Malley are on the hunt for a kidnapper that takes them both back to their hometown of Clarksville, Georgia and to the girl of their high school dreams: Annie Dalton.
Biker Mitch Rodriquez has been Annie’s on again off again lover for the past 15 years. He is also the half -brother of Marcus Anders. In trying to protect Annie, he inadvertently brings danger into her life.
Passions are ignited, secrets unravel, trusts are broken, and lives are changed forever.
As she was stirring the green beans, the doorbell rang. A lump formed in her throat but she quickly squashed it. This was Marcus. Just Marcus. Instead of going to the door, she yelled for him to come on in.
She knew the moment he was in the kitchen, she could smell him. That manly smell she had noticed the last time they were together. It was a mixture of Aqua di Gio cologne and Marcus. All man. She turned to look at him and her breath caught. He was still in his suit from work. Damn he must have those suits specially made. There’s no way that came off a rack. He was holding a bottle of wine and a bouquet of wildflowers. She whispered, “You remembered.”
He stepped even closer and presented the flowers to her. “I remember everything about you Dollface.” Annie took the flowers and immediately turned away and headed to the pantry to get a vase.
“Well thank you. And you can put the wine in the freezer for now, if you want it chilled.”
Marcus did just that. Then he leaned up against the counter, as he had done countless times in the past, just watching. Annie felt his eyes on her as she moved around the kitchen, stirring this, tasting that, trimming the flowers, putting them in a vase, then onto the middle of the table.
She glanced at him only to notice him sniffing the air. Laughing she asked him, “Did you turn into a werewolf and not tell me? What are you sniffing?”
Grinning at her, “I smell country fried steak, don’t I? You remembered too.”
Annie nodded, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you still ate the good stuff though, with all that muscle you’re packing now, you probably only eat grilled meat and raw veggies.” She smirked at him while taking a couple of beers out of the fridge.
“Smartass, I eat my veggies steamed.” He laughed at her while taking the offered beer.
“I don’t want to ruin your appetite, but supper needs to simmer just a few more minutes. Can we sit down and talk?”
“We can do whatever you want.”
Faith Gibson lives just outside Nashville TN with her husband and 4-legged children. She is waiting on her 2-legged children to give her grandbabies. When Faith isn't writing she is reading or riding her Harley. Faith has been writing since high school but just took the chance on putting her works out there. Writing, whether poetry, songs, or fiction is a great release for her.