New Feisty Excerpt

New Feisty Excerpt

Powerful Things by Renee Regent

A Love Grows series Prequel

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. The warmth traveled up her arm, suffusing her skin. His voice had softened to a near whisper.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel. If I could go back in time and make different decisions, I would. Seeing you again made me realize there’s no one else I want to be with. The fact we don’t always agree doesn’t mean we’re wrong for each other.”

His words echoed what her father had told her so many times before—if you truly loved someone, nothing could keep you apart. He and her mother had faced their share of trouble, and making decisions together hadn’t always been easy. But somehow, they worked it out, and they’d been married for over thirty years.

“I know. I couldn’t believe you were real when I saw you yesterday. I thought we’d never see each other again.”

He squeezed her hand, then let it go. He winked at her and stood, holding out his hand.

“Let’s not waste any more time then. Come on.”

He paid for the meal, and they left the restaurant. His arm felt good wrapped around her shoulders, and she leaned into him as they walked. The last of her fear was slipping away. Maybe he did deserve a second chance. Perhaps she did too.

When they reached his car, he went to open the door for her. An impulse hit her like a lightning strike, and she grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him close. When his face was an inch from hers, she pressed her lips hungrily to his mouth.

The sharp intake of his breath indicated his surprise, but his arms came around her, crushing her body. All that mattered was this kiss—this long-overdue, wonderful, exciting kiss. His mouth claimed her, tasting, exploring like a brand-new lover would.

But it was achingly familiar, and that added a layer of emotion to her passion. When he slowed and pulled away, she released her hold on his shirt and a nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat.

“Whew. Well, we still know how to kiss.”

He opened the car door and helped her into her seat.

“Yes, ma’am. I had no doubt.”

As he drove, they held hands. They talked softly, anger and resentment fading away like the last of the dusty pink clouds on the horizon. Night had come, and they were back together.

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