Lane Nelson had been
worried for the past week, and for good reason. Her ex-husband was coming to
town on a business trip and wanted to get together for coffee. Wasn't meeting
at Starbucks what singles did when they wished to test the waters and see if the
man or woman sitting across the table was relationship material? Helen and Brad
had no children, so why was her ex so intent on seeing her?
The marriage had lasted three years and had
dissolved because Brad was often away on business – he sold copy machines, a
rather mundane occupation according to Lane's way of thinking. She'd always
dreamt of marrying an artist who would, over a glass of wine, propose that they
run away and live on the Left Bank of Paris. At heart, Helen was a bohemian,
while Brad was a company man with a Blackberry full of schedules and corporate
obligations. The two had drifted apart until neither could offer the slightest
bit of conversation over dinner.
The Fed Ex package arrived three days before
Brad's plane was due to land at LAX in Los Angeles. Its contents? A manuscript
titled Hidden Passions by Bradley Nelson. Paging through the
story, Lane read prose that was totally out of character with her former
mate. He kissed her softly on the shoulder before moving to her
perfumed neck, his hand caressing her blushing cheek like a feather.
Lane now knew why Brad wanted to meet. He was
looking for a second chance. The dedication was typed on the second page of the
manuscript: To Lane, My Eternal Love.
Lane dropped the manuscript on the coffee
table, exhaled, and leaned back against the deep cushion of her living room
couch. Only three days before, she'd received an engagement ring from Mitch, a
poet who wanted Lane to move into his Greenwich Village apartment.
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