For the love of family...

The DuGrandpres of Charleston

Austin DuGrandpre never had a relationship with his father. Determined that his son—put up for adoption without his knowledge—won’t suffer the same fate, he tracks the young boy to Charleston...and to the home of his sister’s beautiful best friend Bree Collins. The all-consuming attraction is unexpected, but when Bree learns Austin’s true motives she faces potential heartbreak and difficult decisions.

JACQUELIN THOMAS is an award-winning, bestselling author with more than fifty-five books in print. When not writing, she is busy catching up on her reading, attending sporting events and spoiling her grandchildren. Jacquelin and her family live in North Carolina.

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Return to Me

Jacquelin Thomas

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RETURN TO ME

© 2018 Jacquelin Thomas

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“Bree?”

She gasped at the sound of her name and turned from the window.

Austin stood naked except for his pajama pants, which rode low on his hips, looking sexier than he had earlier that night.

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

His masculine scent reached out to Bree, sending her entire body into a heated tailspin.

“I thought you were sleeping,” she said, trying to stay in control.

A slow smile touched his lips and her body tingled in response.

The erratic pounding in her chest returned.

Had it truly ever left?

“I couldn’t sleep.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “You should probably try to get some rest. We have an early flight in the morning.”

Bree glanced down at her empty cup and came up with the perfect excuse to leave the living room. “I’ve finished my tea. Maybe sleep will come now.”

When she walked past him, Austin reached out, taking the cup from her hand and placing it on the end table before wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her to him.

His head lowered to hers.

Dear Reader,

For unmarried biological fathers, having the right to consent or object to the adoption of one’s child is a huge issue. Imagine not knowing about that child until after the fact. In Return to Me, Austin DuGrandpre moves to Charleston for two reasons: to build a relationship with his father and to find his son.

My inspiration for this story was born out of an article I read about fathers in certain states having to prove paternity if they are not married to the mother.

I hope you will enjoy reading Austin and Bree’s story in the third installment of The DuGrandpres of Charleston.

I love hearing from my readers, so please visit me on the following:

Twitter: www.Twitter.com/jacquelinthomas

Web: www.jacquelin-thomas.com

Email: jacquelinthomas@gmail.com

Blessings to you,

Jacquelin Thomas

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Extract

About the Publisher

Prologue

“I wish I’d never met you,” she muttered as she ripped clothes from hangers, tossing them into a tattered suitcase.

“Jasmine, I’m sorry you feel that way,” Austin DuGrandpre responded. “The truth is that we’re toxic together, so it’s best to end things now.”

A cold, congested expression settled on her face as she hurled a string of profanity back at him.

Jasmine was leaving town with her best friend, and Austin thought it was a good idea. They needed some separation. They had dated for two years and the relationship was tumultuous at best. For the past month, Jasmine had been pressuring Austin for a marriage proposal. When nothing came of it, she decided to give him an ultimatum—marry her or she would leave town and find a new man.

Austin chose the latter. Jasmine was free to start over with someone new. Perhaps she’d be much happier.

Her mouth took on an unpleasant twist as she shot daggers toward him with her eyes. “I can’t believe I wasted all this time with you. I should’ve known better than to get involved with someone like you...”

Austin opened his mouth to utter a retort, but remained silent. He would not allow himself to be baited into another argument with Jasmine.

“Did you ever love me?”

“That wasn’t the problem.”

She frowned with cold fury. “Then what is it? I’m not good enough to be your wife—the wife of a lawyer?” Jasmine folded her arms across her chest. “What? You wanna be with some snobby ivy league graduate...huh?”

“Jasmine, the problem is that you and I are not a good fit,” Austin stated. “You can’t go around starting fights with every woman who looks my way. I come home to you every night, but you still accuse me of cheating...we’re just not good together. You like to party and you get angry when I tell you I’m tired.”

Her face was marked by loathing. “Why shouldn’t I have a good time? When you’re home, all you do is work. It’s always about your clients.”

“You knew I was an attorney when we met.” He paused a moment before asking, “If you find me so boring, why have you been pushing so hard for marriage?”

“All of my friends are getting married and it’s not like I’m getting any younger, Austin. Any man would want me for a wife...anyone but you.” Jasmine met his gaze. “But it’s cool. You see, I know what you really want and it’s the one thing you won’t get. I’m gonna make sure of it.”

He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Jasmine shrugged, then closed her suitcase. “Doesn’t matter.”

Coming out of the musing, Austin looked down at the birth certificate in his hand as if seeing it for the first time.

He wasn’t.

He had stared at it many times since procuring the copy from Jasmine’s former best friend, Cheryl. They left Dallas, Texas, with Las Vegas in their sights.

Then one day Cheryl was back home. She requested a meeting with Austin, shocking him with the news that Jasmine was pregnant when they left town.

Austin could not believe she would just put the child up for adoption. He eyed the birth certificate once more. He was never listed as the father. In fact, the space was blank.

She had taken his son from him—the one thing that would hurt him most.

Chapter 1

“Aren’t you going to dance with the bride?”

Austin’s sister, Jadin, was standing before him.

His gaze slid to find her identical twin dancing with her new husband. Austin’s mouth turned upward into a smile. “Maybe later. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jordin look so happy.”

“She’s just married the man of her dreams, big brother. She’s completely over the moon.”

A sea of people dressed in tuxes and bright dresses in summer colors roamed through the elegant space, admiring the paintings and photographs dotting the cream-colored walls. Surrounded by fourteen acres of live oak groves with serene views of the Ashley River, Austin’s mind was elsewhere.

“You look distracted. Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he responded. “Uh... Aunt Rochelle is trying to get your attention.”

Jadin grimaced. “I guess I’d better see what she wants. That woman is getting on my last nerve today. Ever since she broke her ankle, she acts like I’m her personal maid.”

“You volunteered your services, remember?”

“Do me a favor. Next time I open my mouth, punch me in it.”

Austin bit back his amusement as he watched his sister make her way across the room. He hadn’t known their aunt long, given his mother’s determination to keep him from that side of his family, but it was enough to know she could be very demanding.

His eyes traveled to the table where the wedding party was seated. There were a couple of bridesmaids engaged in conversation. One of the ladies was Dr. Sabrina Collins, whom everyone affectionately called Bree—the woman who had adopted his son when Jasmine had placed him up for adoption.

Austin’s gaze locked on her. She looked up, meeting his gaze. When she smiled, he felt the weirdest sensation—a strange mixture of both calm and excitement churning through his bloodstream like a virus, quickly spreading until he could hardly breathe.

Austin gave himself a mental shake. He wasn’t looking for a romantic liaison. He sought to get back what had been taken from him. He never had the luxury of a relationship with his father, due in part to his mother’s bitterness over losing the only man she ever loved to another woman. Her actions forced him to watch on the sidelines as his father doted on his twin sisters, Jordin and Jadin. Austin vowed his child would not tread down that same painful path.

With the help of a private investigator, Austin had succeeded in locating the child in Charleston, South Carolina. He thought it a blessing and fate that his son lived in the same city as his father and siblings. Austin had been taking steps to build a relationship with his family. Locating his son here, too, was perfect.

However, he was not prepared to discover that the woman raising his son was also the best friend of his sister, Jordin. This could be a potential complication, but he was not going to let this stop him from petitioning the courts to reverse the adoption.

Austin walked out on the balcony to enjoy the June weather. It was bright and sunny, but the temperature was just right. He agreed with guests who’d commented that the day was perfect for the wedding celebration.

He stood out there enjoying the picturesque grounds before navigating back through the doors and sea of wedding guests toward the nearest drink station, where he ordered a rum and cola.

At the sound of laughter, Austin turned in time to watch as Jordin and Ethan cut slices of their wedding cake. His sister looked happy and very much in love.

He smiled.

“What are you doing over here by yourself?”

Austin glanced over at his father. “Getting one last drink.”

Etienne surveyed his face. “You okay, son?”

His gaze traveled back to Bree. “I am.” The truth was that he had missed the first two years of his son’s life and it filled his heart with an unrelenting ache. His pain was a shadow that resided in the corners of his heart but never failed to appear morning, noon or night.

“How are you dealing with the idea of Jordin being married?”

Etienne shrugged. “Ethan’s a good man and he’ll make her happy—of that, I have no doubt...but I have to confess, I’m feeling a mite old right now. All of my children grown...” He turned to face Austin, giving him a faint smile that held a touch of sadness. “I hate missing out on so much of your life.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It doesn’t lessen the pain.”

Austin believed his father because he felt the same way where Emery was concerned.

* * *

The office was empty when Austin arrived Monday morning around seven. He’d been working at his family’s Charleston firm for a year but wasn’t normally the first to arrive. Today he wanted to get an early start. It helped him to keep busy.

Austin entered the break room and made a cup of coffee.

The office manager, a woman in her early forties, walked in and gasped. “Oh, goodness... I’m sorry, Austin. I didn’t expect anyone to be here. I’m usually the first to arrive.”

“I woke up at five and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to come in a little earlier,” he explained. “No point in wasting the time doing nothing.”

She nodded in agreement. “I have to tell you...your sister’s wedding was beautiful. Oh, my goodness... Your family really knows how to throw a wedding.”

“It was nice,” he told the office manager. “I enjoyed meeting your husband, Gwen. It turns out that I went to high school with the son of one of his frat brothers.”

She smiled. “He told me. This world isn’t as big as we think.”

Austin couldn’t agree more.

They talked a few minutes more while she waited for her tea to brew.

“I’d never been to Lowndes Grove Plantation before Jordin’s wedding,” Gwen stated. “And that house...it was stunning.”

Austin agreed. “Jordin told me that it was built around 1786. The owners did a great job with the restorations.”

“I almost want to have another wedding. Just to hold it there.”

He smiled, then checked his watch. “Time to start my workday. I’m covering for Jordin while she’s on her honeymoon.”

“You’ve been pulling a lot of long hours, Austin.” Gwen picked up her cup of tea. “Work-life balance, okay?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Austin took his coffee and headed to his office.

As soon as he sat down, his focus shifted to the stack of documents on his desk.

It was almost eleven when he called one of the paralegals and asked, “Were you able to get the information we needed from the mother?”

“Yes, I emailed it to you a few minutes ago.”

“Thanks,” he said before hanging up the phone.

Right after lunch Austin reviewed a couple of Jordin’s cases. He appreciated the fact that she was so organized with everything he needed right where he could find it.

The sound of a baby crying in the hallway caught his attention, and he felt a wretchedness he’d never known before.

A stab of guilt lay buried in his chest. Maybe if he’d handled things with Jasmine differently, he might have had a chance to be with his son.

From everything he’d been told about Dr. Bree, Austin believed her to be a good woman. According to Jordin, she was also a very good mother to Emery. He wanted what was best for his child. It was this desire that conflicted him.

Austin intended to be a part of his son’s life, but he worried about the effect it would have on Emery. He was safe and secure with Bree. The little boy didn’t know he had a father. How would he respond when Austin made his presence known?

* * *

Austin walked back to his desk and picked up a file. He had just returned to the office from the courthouse. It was after five, but he wasn’t quite ready to call it quits for the day. He’d always driven himself hard, putting work ahead of pleasure.

He also wanted to make his father proud. Austin had a lot of respect for both his father and uncle. Etienne and Jacques DuGrandpre had the same passion for law as their father, and his father before him. It was no wonder he, Jordin and Jadin all became attorneys.

It was in their blood.

He worked another two hours before shutting down his computer.

Tonight, he was leaving work earlier than usual. It was 7:30 p.m. Austin wanted to spend some time at the gym before he went home.

Just as he did every time he was on his way out, Austin paused in front of the large, looming portrait of Marcelle DuGrandpre, his grandfather. Austin’s heart swelled with pride. Despite all odds during a time of racial tension, his grandfather opened the doors of the DuGrandpre Law Firm in 1960. When he died, Austin’s uncle and father took over, the legacy continuing with their children.

“I miss him.”

He hadn’t heard anyone enter the room. Austin glanced over his shoulder. “Jadin, I didn’t know you were still here. I thought I was the only one working late.”

“Unfortunately, I will be putting in some long hours all week,” she responded.

Austin had grown close to his twin sisters, Jadin and Jordin, since moving to Charleston a little over a year ago from Dallas.

“I met him once,” Austin told his sister. “Granddad was in town for a conference or something. He came to the house.”

Jadin smiled. “I’m not surprised. He was all about family.”

“I remember thinking that I was in trouble.” Pointing to the portrait, he added, “He had that same stern expression on his face. But then he smiled at me.”

“People used to think he was mean, but he wasn’t. He would do anything he could to help others. He even offered his services pro bono to those who couldn’t afford to pay.”

“He was a good man. I’m glad I had the chance to meet him.” Austin escorted Jadin to her car, then strolled down the next row to where his SUV was parked.

* * *

He drove the short distance to Holbrooke Boot Camp Gym, which was owned by his brother-in-law, Ethan.

He needed a strenuous workout to expend some of his pent-up energy. He’d been on edge ever since locating his son. Austin gathered his bag and navigated inside.

After a two-hour intense training, Austin still found himself wound tight, his frustration banked, but not eliminated.

When he arrived home, he pulled up his contact list on his phone. He stared at the names for a solid ten minutes before shutting it down. Austin considered calling a young woman he’d spent time with in the past, but changed his mind. She’d made it clear on several occasions that she wanted more than he was willing to offer.

Austin liked her, but she reminded him of Jasmine and that was a path he wasn’t willing to travel down again.

He wasn’t looking for a serious relationship now—his thoughts were consumed with his son. Austin’s heart ached with the knowledge that he had a child who was just beyond his reach.

Chapter 2

Bree Collins exited through the doors of New Beginnings Preschool, heading to her car. She checked her watch. She had taken Monday off to wind down after Jordin’s wedding. Since Jadin was currently working on a high-profile case, Bree volunteered to run the necessary errands for the wedding, returning rental items and finalizing payment.

Today she wanted to get to the office early enough to have her first two cups of coffee while reviewing notes before the arrival of her clients.

Her receptionist was on the phone when she arrived.

“Good morning, Casey,” Bree greeted.

“Hey, beautiful.”

She loved the woman’s bubbly personality and genuine demeanor. Her patients adored Casey.

“How was the wedding?” the receptionist asked.

“It was very romantic and beautiful,” Bree responded. “I don’t think it could’ve been more perfect.”

Casey’s infectious grin always set the tone for the day. “I know Jordin looked stunning.”

“She did,” Bree confirmed with a smile. “Speaking of weddings, have you and Eric set a date yet?”

Casey nodded. “We’re getting married in October. On the tenth.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“Now that we’ve picked our wedding day, the engagement feels more real to me.” Casey handed her a stack of files. “You’re booked all morning and two appointments after lunch.”

“Light day...”

“Don’t worry, you have a full day tomorrow.”

Bree strolled into her office. Her eyes landed on the photograph of her son that sat on her desk. Her heart sang with delight whenever she thought about Emery.

When she lost her husband, Caleb, just before their second wedding anniversary, Bree wasn’t sure she would ever recover. As a psychologist, she worked with others who were dealing with grief, but when it came to her own... Bree found herself in a bad state of mind.

It wasn’t until she decided to adopt that she found hope again. When she met Emery, it was love at first sight. The moment she laid eyes on him—Bree knew he was the child for her.

* * *

Bree picked up Emery and headed home. She was thrilled to see her little boy and looked forward to spending some quality time with him after dinner. He was a very happy and secure soon-to-be three-year-old.

“Mommy, I wanna ’nana.”

“Don’t you want to eat dinner, sweetie?” she asked. “Mommy’s making fried chicken and macaroni.”

“Shick’en...mac’roni...yummy.”

Bree laughed. “That’s what I say. Yummy.”

As soon as they arrived home, she turned on the television for Emery, then went straight into the kitchen, where Bree washed her hands, then poured oil into a fryer. While it heated, she seasoned four chicken drumsticks and boiled water for the macaroni.

She placed the chicken in the fryer and the cheese and macaroni in the oven, put a load of Emery’s clothes in the laundry and then returned to the kitchen. She washed her hands and checked on the food. Bree enjoyed being a mother. She considered it her one true purpose in life.

For a moment, she allowed herself to think about her late husband. He had been her best friend and she missed him. Enough time had passed since Caleb’s death for Bree to consider dating.

Although she had gone on a few dates, she had not met a man who could hold her interest for one reason or another.

After dinner Bree cleared the table and filled the sink with hot water.

She was down to washing the skillet when the telephone rang.

A telemarketer.

Her mouth thinned with displeasure.

Bree put another load of clothes in the washing machine before giving Emery a bath.

She was glad that he went down easily. She hadn’t finished the story before the little boy was sound asleep.

“My little man...you’re so tired.” Bree kissed his cheek. “Sleep well.”

She tiptoed out the room.

Bree folded the rest of the laundry and carried it to her bedroom. She watched television as she put the clothing away.

After a quick shower, she got into bed with her laptop.

A friend of her emailed copies of the photographs she’d taken at Jordin’s wedding. An easy smile curved her mouth as she scanned through them. She was truly happy for her friend. Ethan seemed to be a wonderful person and it was obvious that they were very much in love. Bree prayed they would have a long life together.

Her eyes landed on a photograph of Jordin’s brother.

“You’re a cutie, Austin DuGrandpre,” she whispered. They hadn’t been formally introduced, but she knew who he was—Jordin and Jadin spoke of him often.

Bree continued to stare at the photograph.

He looked so handsome in the light gray suit he wore. Tall, lean and muscular, Austin wore a smile that lit his chestnut-colored eyes and accented the tiny scar over his left eyebrow.

I wonder if he’s dating anyone?

She chuckled to herself. She couldn’t seriously be thinking about Jordin’s brother in this manner.

Bree turned off the computer. If she hadn’t, she’d be staring at Austin for the rest of the evening.

* * *

“Mrs. Holbrooke, it’s nice to have you back,” Austin greeted when Jordin strolled into his office a week later.

Her smile broadened. “I hear you’ve been holding down my clients for me. Thanks.”

“I didn’t have to do much.”

Jordin sat down in one of the chairs facing him. “How are things with you?”

“I’m fine. Why?”

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation about Bree and Emery.”

“It was your wedding day—not the right time or place but nothing’s changed,” Austin responded, girding himself with resolve. “I want my son.”

“I understand completely,” Jordin said. “I would feel the same way if I were in your shoes. This is just such a complicated situation. I had no idea that Emery was your child. I celebrated with Bree when the adoption was finalized.”

“I didn’t know I was a father.” He paused a moment before asking, “But you still think that I should wait?”

“For now,” she responded. “I know Bree and you have nothing to worry about, Austin. She’s a wonderful mother to Emery. She adores that little boy.”

“He’s my son. I never gave permission for him to be adopted.”

“Unfortunately, courts have held that fathers unaware of their children may not later object to the children’s adoption, particularly when the father’s lack of knowledge was his own fault.”

“I will argue that my lack of knowledge was due to dishonesty. Jasmine deliberately kept me in the dark about her pregnancy. She wanted to hurt me—I’m sure that’s why she never told me that she was pregnant. Jasmine put Emery up for adoption because her boyfriend didn’t want to raise another man’s child.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but what did you do to her?” Jordin asked. “Why would she be so cruel?”

“She’s always been vindictive. It’s one of the reasons why we didn’t work out as a couple. She wasn’t happy when I broke up with her.”

“But not telling you about the baby—it’s malicious.”

Austin nodded.

“I know how badly you want to unite with your son, but I suggest that you take some time and get to know Bree first before you say anything.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Bree is also an innocent party in all of this, Austin. She doesn’t deserve to be punished for loving your son. There has to be a way for you two to work this out.”

He hadn’t once considered Bree’s feelings in this situation. Austin was simply focused on bringing his son home where he belonged, but his sister was right. Bree hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Austin, I watched more than once as Bree suffered through bouts of endometriosis. She was in agony to the point it was crippling. I’ve never felt so helpless as to witness her pain and be unable to help her in some way. Finding out that she wouldn’t be able to have children only made that pain worse. She once told me that she was born to be a mother and I believe her. If it’s not handled carefully, losing Emery might just take all of the life out of her.”

“Jordin, can you introduce us?” he asked. “Getting to know her might make this a little easier for everybody concerned.”

She nodded. “Sure. Ethan and I were thinking about hosting a dinner party on Saturday. I’ll invite her.”

“Thanks so much, sis.”

“I know you can’t really see it right now, but I know that there’s a way for you and Bree to come up with the perfect solution—one that will work for both of you.”

“I don’t intend to snatch Emery out of her arms, Jordin. I just want to be in his life. He’s mine and I want to raise him. I’ll be fair to Bree. I promise.”

“He means the world to her.”

“I haven’t met him yet, but he already owns my heart, sis.”

She nodded in understanding.

“How did she come to adopt him in Las Vegas?”

“Bree lived there for three years. Her husband was a musician and played for a couple of performers at Bally’s. He died a year later...killed in a car accident. I think adopting Emery helped Bree heal through that horrible period in her life. When the adoption was final, she moved here to Charleston.”

“Is she from this area?”

Jordin shook her head. “No, she’s actually from Georgia. She was my college roommate and we clicked right from the beginning. She’s been my best friend ever since.”

She rose to her feet. “I’d better get to my office and return phone calls. I’m sure I have a stack of messages.”

“You shouldn’t,” Austin said. “I talked to everybody who had called you up until yesterday.”

“Thanks again, big brother.” She paused in the doorway and said, “Oh, Austin... I’s married now.”

He laughed. “That you are. One day I’ll take that leap—don’t know when, though.”

“As soon as you find the right woman.”

Austin thought about his sister’s words. He’d once thought Jasmine was the right woman for him. She was anything but the right one. There was a time when he was crazy in love with her, but then Jasmine began taking him for granted. She used his love to manipulate him into doing whatever she wanted. When he finally came to his senses, the arguments started.

They tried to make it work for three years. Austin had no regrets when he broke up with Jasmine. He had thought long and hard and decided to do what was best for him.

But Jasmine had gotten back at him in the most hurtful way possible.

Austin didn’t know if he would ever be able to forgive Jasmine for keeping his child away from him.

* * *

Nausea rolled through Bree, tightening her stomach and making her mouth water. She gripped the door frame. Any second now she was going to either throw up or wind up on the floor, doubled up in pain.

She hated being in such pain from her endometriosis, but was thankful that it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the past. Bree sank down to the floor of the bathroom, the coolness of the ceramic tile against her skin bringing a measure of relief to her.

Her stomach rolled again as the spasms weakened her. One hand pressed to her mouth, Bree crawled over to the toilet.

Bracing her hands on her knees, her stomach released its contents.

For a long moment Bree remained where she was, weak and trembling, a sour taste in her mouth.

Finally, she pulled herself up, washed her face and brushed her teeth.

An hour later, Bree felt much better and was on her way to the office. It was Friday and she was looking forward to a weekend of fun and relaxation.

Jordin and Ethan were hosting their first dinner party tomorrow night. Bree wondered briefly who else would be in attendance. It didn’t matter really. She was grateful to sit and have some adult interaction for an evening. It would be the perfect ending to a busy week.

Chapter 3

Austin arrived at Ethan and Jordin’s home fifteen minutes early. He was surprised to find that Bree had already arrived. She was standing at the wrought iron railing on the second-floor balcony, facing Jordin as they talked.

He stared at Bree, looking her over. The deepening sunlight framed her figure, outlining her curves. She was beautiful in a simple, natural way. Austin was shocked to feel desire streaking through him like a current.

Jordin saw him and waved. “C’mon in. The front door is open.”

Austin entered the house and was met by Ethan. “Hey...” he greeted. “Your wife told me to just walk in.”

“No problem. Good to see you, man.”

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Jordin descend the stairs followed by Bree.

“Austin, I want you to meet my best friend,” she said. “Actually, she’s more like a sister to me. Bree, this is my brother, Austin.”

He was rendered speechless for a moment by her beauty. Austin swallowed hard, struggling to recover his voice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said finally.

His eyes darted to hers and locked.

He cleared his throat softly.

She met the smile and the hand that was offered. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, as well. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Austin lost himself momentarily in their chocolate depths. His gaze fell to the creamy expanse of her neck. She was dressed to perfection in a teal-colored, sleeveless silk dress. Bree was tall and slender, but with an athletic build. She wore her shoulder-length hair in soft curls around her heart-shaped face. Her flawless skin was the color of a new penny.

“Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes,” Jordin announced. “We’re still waiting on a few people to arrive.”

“Would either of you like a glass of wine?” Ethan offered.

“I’m fine,” Bree responded.

“Austin?”

“I’ll take a glass.”

Austin could feel Bree’s eyes studying him. He met her gaze, forcing her to look away. He smiled to himself.

The front door opened.

“Hey, family,” Ryker said with a grin. “Look at this...the newlyweds are hosting their first dinner party.”

His wife, Garland, gave him a playful pinch. “Leave them alone.”

There was something in the wistful turn of Bree’s lips that made Austin sense the pain beneath the surface, and he longed to make it better. She had lost her husband in a tragic way and he could only imagine that while she was truly happy for Jordin—grief still resided in her heart.

Jadin arrived with a date a few minutes later, whom she introduced as Michael.

Austin leaned over and said to Bree in a low voice, “I guess we should’ve brought a plus one.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Well, will you be my plus one for the evening?”

She turned, easing into a smile. “Sure.”

Austin glanced up and saw Jordin standing in the doorway. She gave him a quick thumbs-up, then announced, “Dinner is ready.”

He and Bree were seated beside one another.

“How do you like living in Charleston?” Bree inquired as she used her fork to slide the fettuccine noodles around her plate.

Austin smiled faintly, laid his napkin across his lap and, picking up his knife and fork, sliced into a strip of grilled chicken. “I’m enjoying it. I’ve always liked this area.”

He took a bite of his food. The delicate Alfredo sauce and chicken were cooked to perfection.

“Jordin, did you cook this?”

Ethan chuckled and was awarded a sharp glance from her. “Just so you know, I can cook. I will confess that I called Aubrie for help with ingredients and such.”

“It’s delicious,” Ethan said.

Everyone agreed.

“Does Aubrie ever hang out with the family?” Austin asked. “I think I’ve seen her maybe three times since I moved here. I’d like to get to know her better, especially since she’s my first cousin.”

“My sister spends a lot of her time in New Orleans,” Ryker announced. “She goes there to spend time with the chef who mentored her in culinary school. Each time she comes back with new entrées for her restaurant.”

Bree took a sip of her iced tea. “She must really enjoy her work.”

“I’m not so sure this is just about her work,” Jordin stated. “I think there’s another reason why she spends so much time there.”

Jadin agreed. “Aubrie isn’t talking, but I suspect she’s seeing someone.”

“She was always one to keep secrets,” Ryker said. “My parents keep hoping she’ll come to her senses and join the firm, but it’s not going to happen.”

“How’s Aunt Rochelle doing?” Jordin inquired.

“She hates being on crutches, having a cast on and not being able to drive. Mom’s driving my dad crazy. He threatened to come stay with us until she’s back on her feet.” Ryker wiped his mouth on his napkin. “I love my mom, but when she doesn’t get her way...”

“When Aunt Rochelle isn’t happy—nobody’s happy,” Jadin said.

They all agreed.

When they finished their meal, they gathered in the family room.

Austin couldn’t tear his gaze away from Bree.

Members of his family wandered in and out of his line of vision, locking Bree and him together, but nothing could shatter the connection alive and sizzling between them.

She felt it, too.

He could see it in her eyes, in the firming of her luscious lips. Just as he could see that she was trying to make sense of what she was feeling.

Their gazes connected and held.

Bree was an incredibly beautiful woman. Ravishing didn’t even come close to describing her.

Austin broke eye contact with her and stared down into his glass of wine. He bit back a satisfied smile. Good to know he wasn’t the only one being twisted into knots. However, he couldn’t help but wonder if this attraction he felt would complicate his plan to get his son.

* * *

Bree was powerless to stop staring into the most beautiful set of eyes she’d ever seen. They were a stunning chestnut brown with golden flecks throughout, large and thickly lashed. Austin DuGrandpre bore a strong resemblance to his father. They had the same honey-colored skin, a muscular build and both stood about six feet three inches.

Men shouldn’t have eyes this pretty, she thought.

He wore a light blue dress shirt that fit snugly over wide shoulders, then tapered, tucked into slim-waist navy trousers.

Austin smiled, revealing two small dimples Bree hadn’t noticed before. She tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through her. He radiated a vitality that drew Bree like a magnet. Whenever he laughed, his full-throated masculine sound sent strange waves through her stomach.

Girl, you need to focus.

It wasn’t easy, though. Austin made Bree feel things she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Not since Caleb.

At least I still have those feelings, she reasoned silently. For a while she worried that they had died with her husband.

“Jordin told me that you’re a psychologist.”

“I am,” Bree confirmed.

“I think it’s cool. I’ve always been fascinated with human behavior, especially when it comes to the criminal mind.”

“Okay, you know I’m going to ask the question. Why do you defend criminals?”

He chuckled. “I’ve come to expect it. All criminal defense lawyers are asked this question. It’s part of the criminal defense experience.”

“I’d like to hear your response, as well,” Garland said. “I don’t think it’s something I could ever do, especially if I knew my client was guilty.”

“Innocence is not the chief driver for me,” Austin stated. “You all may find this strange but I enjoy working with guilty people. I have an interest in the causes of human conduct. I search to find the humanity in the people I represent, no matter what they may have done. I started out practicing family law, but I didn’t find it as fulfilling,” Austin said. “Nobody knows this, but I once considered studying forensic psychology. I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology.”

Bree reached for her glass. “Really?”

He nodded. “I love law and psychology—pursuing law just seemed the natural way to go for me.”

There was something in his manner that she found soothing. It was easy to talk to him. “That’s because you’re a DuGrandpre,” Bree responded. “It’s in your blood.”

“I suppose so,” Austin said with a smile.

She felt a lurch of excitement within her. “It seems we have something in common,” Bree told him. “I briefly considered going into law, but decided that I loved psychology more.”

“Do you have any regrets?”

She shook her head. “I know that I’m exactly where I should be.”

“I feel the same way.”

Bree felt there was some type of deeper significance to the visual interchange between them.

The thought struck a vibrant chord in her.

She contributed to the conversation going on among everyone, but found herself studying his profile.

Bree had to deliberately shut out any awareness of Austin just to focus on Jordin’s words.

“What do you think about a girls’ night next weekend?”

“That’s fine,” she responded.

Jadin agreed, then asked, “What about you, Garland? Can you join us?”

“She can,” Ryker answered for her. “It’ll do her some good to get away from the children.”

Garland pointed to him and replied, “What my husband said...”

At the end of the evening, she bid everyone a good night. As she gathered her purse, Austin volunteered to walk her down to her car.

“Bree, travel safe,” he told her.

She tingled as he said her name and a quiver surged through her veins. “You do the same.”

Bree unlocked the door and got into her car. She was soon pulling out of the driveway and traveling toward the freeway.

It had been a long time since a man had struck her interest, filling Bree with a strange inner delight.

* * *

Two days later Bree walked out of Marbelle’s Children’s Boutique, juggling her tote and a couple of shopping bags in her hands as she neared her car.

“Hey, are you following me?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her steps slowing. “Austin...what are you doing on my side of town?” Her heart danced with eagerness over seeing him again.

“I have a client who lives over here. Hey, thank you for being my plus one the other night. Everyone was coupled up...it could’ve been a little awkward if you hadn’t been so gracious.”

“I didn’t mind. I enjoyed talking to you,” she responded. “You’re a very interesting man.”

He grinned. “Do you have some time for lunch?”

“Sure.” Bree looped her purse over her shoulder while her insides jangled with eagerness. She felt the blood surge from her fingertips to her toes. “So, where are we off to, Austin DuGrandpre?” She was thrilled that he wanted to continue their conversation.

“There’s a little place around the corner.”

She chuckled a little. “You use that line often?” she asked playfully, glancing at him.

Austin laughed, full-throated and sexy. “I don’t believe I’ve ever used it before, as a matter of fact.” He adjusted his long stride to her much shorter one.

“I wouldn’t recommend using it again,” she remarked with a chuckle. “The only thing around the corner is a bank.”

He laughed. “I’m still learning my way around.”

“There’s a sandwich shop that’s two blocks away. It’s walkable.”

“Perfect. Let me help you with your bags,” he offered.

* * *

They walked past a pizza place in full lunch swing, the scents of robust sauce and spicy sausage filling the air.

Bree’s stomach rumbled. If he heard, there were no outward signs of it.

“You in the mood for pizza?” Austin inquired.

“Not really.” Although the pizza smelled great, at noon the place was usually overrun by high school kids, and Bree didn’t want to get caught in the wave of teens.

In the middle of the next block, the sandwich shop was trendy and casual.

“Have you been here before?” she asked.

“No. How’s the food?”

“Very good. I highly recommend the club sandwich. It’s roasted turkey breast, smoked ham with bacon and avocado. The roasted garlic mayonnaise is made in-house and is delicious.”

“You find a table and I’ll order our food,” Austin suggested.

Bree found one near a large window facing the street. She hadn’t expected to see him quite so soon. They would’ve run into each other at some point, she knew. This was perfect as she had been thinking of him earlier.

Austin walked up with two trays laden with sandwiches, potato chips, pickles and drinks.

Bree blessed the food.

“Jordin tells me that you have a little boy.” He bit into his sandwich.

“I do,” she exclaimed with intense pleasure. “He’s my whole world.” If Austin hadn’t mentioned it, she would’ve told him about Emery. It’s one of the first things she usually told men who seemed interested in her. It helped to eliminate the ones who were simply looking for a good time.

“That’s cool.”

“Do you have any children?” Bree inquired as she studied his profile.

It took a moment for him to respond. She wasn’t sure he’d heard her. Bree opened her mouth to repeat the question.

“No,” Austin interjected. “But I’m looking forward to having a child one day.” He wanted to bring up the subject of Emery, but didn’t want to make her suspicious as to why he’d be so interested in her son, especially since they’d just met.

“I think being a parent is probably my best achievement. My late husband and I really wanted children.” She took a sip of her drink. “He would’ve loved Emery.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

Bree smiled. “Thank you, Austin. There was a time when it was hard for me to think about Caleb, but it’s gotten easier. We had a lot of good times together.”

“I can’t imagine going through something like that.” Austin took another sip of his water when she moistened the top of her lip with the tip of her tongue. “I know my family would rally around me,” he said, shifting slightly in his chair.

“You’re lucky in that respect. I have no family,” Bree stated flatly. “I’ve had to deal with everything alone.” Austin had no idea just how lucky he was to have supportive family members. Anyone she’d truly cared about in the world was gone except for Emery.

“You’re not close to them?”

“I grew up in a drug-infested apartment in Atlanta for the first six years of my life. My mom died of a drug overdose, and I lived with my paternal grandmother. When she died a couple of years later, I was placed with a foster family. I don’t have any other relatives—at least any that I know about.”

“I had no idea,” he uttered.

Bree gave a slight shrug. “There’s no way you could’ve known. Besides, it wasn’t that bad. I had good foster parents. We lived in a nice neighborhood in Atlanta, with a great school. I was on the basketball team and even earned several college scholarships.” She wiped her mouth with a paper napkin, then said, “I think I turned out okay.”

“I agree,” Austin said with a smile.

Bree settled back in her chair. “So, tell me about you.”

“Well, I grew up believing that my dad cared more for his twin daughters than he did me. Moving here and spending time with him, I found out that it wasn’t the case and that I’d wasted a lot of time being angry with my father.”

“Jordin adores you,” she said. “Jadin, too.”

“I have two incredible sisters.”

“What made you choose law, Austin?” Bree asked. “Especially since you were angry with your father during that time?”

“I think it was a way for me to feel close to him. Maybe I wanted to make him proud.”

“What’s the story behind that scar above your eye?” she questioned.

“You noticed?” He grinned. She smiled back.

“When I was in the ninth grade, I got into a fight with a bully at school. He picked up a stick and hit me with it.”

“Wow... I hope he got the worst of it.”

“Oh, I left some scars,” Austin stated. “When I saw that I was bleeding, I lost it. I was told that it took three people to get me off him.”

“I had a fight in high school,” Bree said. “It was with a jealous teammate. She got into some trouble in one of her classes, so she had to sit out a game. It was my chance to finally show the coach what I could do, so I took it and I got her spot.” She sipped her tea. “The thing is I really needed to be noticed—it was the only way I could go to college. My foster parents were good to me, but they’d made it clear that with four kids—we needed to try to get as many scholarships as possible.”

Austin took a sip of his drink. “My dad paid for my college education and trust me, I’m grateful. I’ve already started an education fund for my children.”

“I thought you didn’t have any,” Bree interjected.

“It’s never too early to start planning,” he responded.

She smiled. “You’re a very smart man, Austin. I have a college fund for my son, as well.”

It pleased Austin to hear this. At least Emery had been placed with a responsible woman. “How did you end up in Vegas? Was it because of your husband?”

“After I graduated, I landed a great job there with a mental health center. My husband was a musician and found work right away—it just worked out. But when he died, I didn’t want to stay in Nevada. Jordin had been urging me to move closer to her for years, and since she was the closest thing I had to family, I moved to Charleston and decided to open my own practice.”

“When I was growing up, people didn’t openly admit to seeing a psychologist. They didn’t even talk about mental illness,” Austin countered.

“In the African American community, there are still some people who consider mental illness to be a white person’s disease,” Bree stated. “It’s terrible because statistics tell a different story. Twenty percent of blacks are more likely to experience some form of mental illness than Caucasians.”

“I think it has to do with socioeconomic disparities from slavery to race-based exclusions when it comes to health care.”

“It’s true,” Bree said. “People who live in poverty or have substance abuse problems are at higher risk for poor mental health.”

Austin couldn’t help admiring her intelligence and compassion.

They finished off their meal.

“I’m glad I ran into you,” Austin told her. “I hate eating alone.”

“Same here.” She wrenched herself away from her ridiculous preoccupation with his arresting face.

“Bree, that’s not exactly true,” Austin confessed. “The truth is that I’d like to get to know you better. I enjoy your company.”

His words pleased her. “I’d like to know more about you, as well.”

They exchanged phone numbers.

Bree checked her watch. “I need to get back to my office. I have several appointments this afternoon.”

He took her hand in his and kissed her on the cheek. “Until next time.”

“Goodbye,” she whispered, pulling her hand away from his grasp, his touch sending shivers through her.

Their steps were hurried once they exited the shop. She needed to get to her office and Bree was sure that Austin had to return to work, as well.

Many hours later she still couldn’t escape the gentle look he’d given her as they parted ways.

* * *

That evening the phone rang as Bree came out of the bathroom, clad in flannel pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. She padded barefoot around the king-size bed to answer it.

“Hey, it’s Austin.”

She hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon, but his call thrilled her. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to tell you again that I had a great time with you. I’m glad we ran into each other.”

Bree’s heart was hammering foolishly. “Same here.”

“Do you have some time to talk?”

“Yes,” she responded. “Emery’s sleeping, so we’re good.”

They made small talk for a few minutes before Austin said, “Bree, I have a confession to make. I’m very attracted to you and I’d like to take you out. That is if you’re not involved with anyone.” He gave a short laugh. “I guess I should’ve asked this first.”

She couldn’t deny the spark of excitement she felt at the prospect of dating him. “I’m single, Austin. As for spending time with you—I don’t have a problem with it. You’re not exactly what I’d call boring.”

“I guess the next step is when and where. How about tomorrow night?”

“I need to check my calendar really quick,” she said. “I have to attend a fund-raiser at my son’s preschool. I’m not sure if its tomorrow or the next day.” Bree quickly checked the calendar on her cell phone. “Okay, tomorrow I’m free.”

“Can you get a babysitter lined up for your son or is this late notice?” Austin inquired.

“It’s not a problem. I have someone who can pick him up from school. She watches him for me whenever I need her. She lives next door.”

“That’s great to hear.” Austin didn’t have a problem with her bringing Emery, but Jordin had forewarned him that he couldn’t rush Bree where the child was concerned. She didn’t bring her dates around Emery until she felt the time was right.

They spent the next sixty minutes on the phone talking.

Bree hung up to call her neighbor. “Hey, Miss Sara. How are you?”

“I’m fine, sugar. How’s my li’l sweetie?”

“He’s doing fine,” she responded with a smile. “I’m calling to see if you can watch Emery for me tomorrow evening. I’m going on a date.”

“It’s about time you got out and found yourself a nice man. I been praying for you.”

Bree laughed. “He seems pretty nice.” Just thinking about Austin sent shivers of delight down her spine.

“Now, don’t you worry about Emery. I’ll pick him up from school and make him some spaghetti. We’ll have ourselves a good time.”

“Save me a plate of spaghetti, Miss Sara.” She and Emery both loved pasta. “And thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Bree. You know it’s no trouble at all.”

She checked on Emery, then made her way to the master bedroom.

Inside she crossed the room toward the walk-in closet. Bree pulled out a black pantsuit to wear to work the next day. She didn’t like waiting until the last minute to decide on an outfit. Her eyes landed on vibrant blue maxi dress hanging in the closet.

Bree took it and hung it on the door. I’ll wear this tomorrow night. It was the perfect “first date” dress. Not too sexy, but showed enough skin to hold Austin’s attention.

She was excited. This was the first date she’d had in probably six months. Bree hadn’t been sitting down twiddling her thumbs, though. Emery and her work kept her very busy. However, if things went well with Austin; her schedule might open a bit more.

Bree had a good feeling about him. Jordin had always spoken highly of Austin and she could see why. He was charismatic, bringing an air of sincerity with it. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who understood her field of work and showed a genuine interest in it. Bree hadn’t really put too much thought into it before, but some of the guys she’d dated in the past weren’t comfortable with her because they felt that she was analyzing them.

A smile lingered on her lips. There was something different about Austin. If she wasn’t careful, this man would own her heart.

Bree stifled a yawn. She was exhausted, but it was still too early for her to go to bed.

She thought she heard a sound and quickly made her way to her son’s room.

He had changed positions, but was sound asleep.

She stood there, watching him, her heart swelling with pride. Bree sent up a silent prayer of thanks to God for sending her this beautiful little angel.

She padded barefoot to the bookcase in the family room where the photo albums were kept on the bottom shelf. She ignored the dust gathering. There hadn’t been time for dusting because of her busy schedule. Bree pulled out a small blue album—Emery’s baby book, taking it with her to the couch.

You were such a tiny little thing. Fragile and amazing.

From the moment Emery was placed in her arms, a fountain of love rose within her, stronger than any force she’d known. Bree traced her fingertip along the button shape of his cute little face, and gazed at those beautiful brown eyes staring up at the camera.

She drank in a last long look at Emery’s innocent, sweet face, and the love within her strengthened, just as it did every time she saw her son.

The slam of the neighbors’ car door cut through Bree’s thoughts. She closed the album and slipped it back onto the shelf as the muted sound of voices outside shattered the peaceful silence of her home.

Chapter 4

Austin’s hour-long phone conversation with Bree confirmed that he wasn’t mistaken in the connection they’d made the moment they met. He had felt an immediate and total attraction. Austin looked forward to seeing her tomorrow evening and beyond.

He settled down in his favorite chair, his fingers dancing to the jazz melody playing on the iPad nearby. His heart beat with the pulse of the music.

The one good thing to come out of this situation with Jasmine was the little boy he had yet to meet. He believed that Bree was a good mother, which put him at ease. Just the short time they’d spent together, he could sense that she had a warm, loving spirit; she was intelligent and caring. There was also an undeniable magnetism building between them.

She’s the type of woman I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.

The silent declaration surprised him, but it was the truth. He wasn’t just attracted to her physically, he was also attracted to her mind.

A cloud of apprehension settled over him.

How would she react when he announced that he was Emery’s biological father? Would it change anything between them?

Austin knew the day would come when he would have to tell Bree of his intentions. As much as he looked forward to building a relationship with Emery, he dreaded the thought that his love for his son might cause her some pain. He hoped that his relationship with Bree would be solid enough to handle the truth.

* * *

Notepad and pen in hand, Austin strode into the conference room ten minutes before the meeting was supposed to start and took a seat beside Jordin.

“I’m seeing Bree tonight,” he announced in a low voice.

She stared, complete surprise on her face. “To do what?”

“Jordin, relax. We’re having dinner together. You told me that I should get to know her—well, that’s what I’m doing.”

“I think it’s the best approach,” she responded. “But I don’t want you leading her on, Austin. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt.”

“I have no intentions of misleading her, sis. Bree seems like a nice person and I can tell by the way she talks about Emery that she’s a devoted mother.”

“I can assure you that she loves that little boy with her entire being, Austin. He’s happy and secure.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You can’t rush this,” Jordin warned. “The goal is to get to know Bree and give her a chance to know you before you drop the baby bomb. I’m sure she’s considered the possibility of Emery’s biological parents looking for him one day, but I’m also sure that’s not a scenario she thought could happen anytime soon. You’re going to have to tell her the truth when you feel the time is right, but you need to give her a chance to see the type of man you are. The last thing you, Bree or Emery needs is an unnecessary court battle. I don’t think that would be very good for any of you.”

“Or you?” Austin challenged.

“Or me,” Jordin conceded. “I pray she’ll forgive me for keeping this from her. My only hope is that everything will work out for the best this way and she’ll understand why I kept silent.” She wiped her hands over her eyes. “Not to mention how the rest of the family is going to act when they learn the truth.”

Their conversation came to a pause when Jadin entered the room. Austin had chosen to keep his secret just between him and Jordin.

Austin smiled at her. “Congratulations on your win in court yesterday.”

“Thanks,” Jadin responded. “I’m so glad that case is over. I’m thinking about taking next week off just to relax.” She leaned back in her seat. “Lord knows I need it.”

“You should do it,” Jordin said. “I know how hard you’ve worked for the last six months preparing for trial.”

Austin agreed.

“Sooo,” Jadin began. “Did you make a little love connection the other night? I noticed you and Bree seemed to be in your own little world. You two talked the whole night.”

He chuckled. “We had a nice conversation.”

Amused, Jadin met his gaze. “I’d say it was a lot more than that, big brother.”

“I’m not denying it. I like her.”

“That much is obvious,” Jadin interjected. “So, when are you seeing her again?”

“I’m having dinner with her this evening.”

Jadin clapped her hands. “Well done.”

Austin turned in his chair to face her. “Your date...that’s the Michael I’ve heard so much about? I didn’t get a chance to talk to him much at Jordin’s.”

“That’s because you were so into Bree,” Jadin responded. “But yes, that’s him. I intended to come alone, but he called to let me know he was in town, so I invited him to join me.”

“How are things between you two?” Jordin inquired. She pushed away from the table, got up and strolled over to the coffee station.

“Good. He keeps telling me that he’s committed to making our relationship work.”

Etienne strolled into the room, followed by his brother Jacques.

Other members of the legal team arrived minutes later.

Austin picked up his pen as one of the secretaries passed out copies of the agenda. He hoped this meeting was not one that lasted more than a couple of hours. He wanted to leave the office no later than five o’clock. They had dinner reservations at High Cotton for six thirty, then would return to his place for coffee and dessert.

A smile formed on his lips as an image of Bree entered his mind. Austin made a mental note to ask Jordin about her favorite dessert—he figured it would be a nice way to end the evening.

Austin left the office fifteen minutes later than he’d planned.

He drove out of the Ashley Bakery parking lot, merging into the traffic. Austin pulled up to a stop light, bobbing his head to the song playing as he waited patiently for the light to change.

Austin felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He glanced out the window, his eyes landing on a gorgeous woman in the car beside him. Austin gave a slight nod in greeting.

She flashed him a sexy grin and winked.

The light changed and Austin was on his way, harboring no regret for not getting her name and number. He didn’t care for women who were so flirtatious. He’d had enough of that with Jasmine.

Austin pulled into an underground parking garage ten minutes later.

He got out of the car, grabbed the cake and his briefcase. He walked with purpose through the lobby and into a waiting elevator.

Austin prepped his condo, making sure it was guest ready, then hopped into the shower.

He was dressed and ready by six just in case Bree arrived earlier than expected. She struck him as a woman who was always early to avoid being late. The thought prompted a self-conscious smile.

Austin was about to retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator when the doorbell rang. He’d called down to the doorman and told him to send Bree up when she arrived. He stole a quick peek to his watch.

Ten after six.

Smiling, he opened the door.

The vision standing before him left him momentarily speechless.

Bree wore her hair in a mass of loose curls that fell to her shoulders. The wrap dress reached to the floor, giving him a peek of her shapely legs as she walked. He couldn’t resist admiring her slender frame and soft curves. She made his temperature rise more than a little.

He wondered if she knew just how sexy she looked.

“I’m early, I know,” she said. “I don’t like being late anywhere.”

Austin bit back his smile. “It’s fine. I’m the same way.” They had more in common than he would’ve imagined. Add this to his attraction to her...his feelings for Bree were confused and confusing. He didn’t know how to describe them and was too afraid to analyze them.

* * *

Bree had opted to meet him at his place since he lived in the downtown area on Concord Street. She surveyed the contemporarily furnished condo Austin called home. She loved the acacia hardwood floors, the double balconies and the gorgeous view of the city. “You have a very nice place.”

“Thank you.” Austin’s eyes bounced around the room. “It needs a woman’s touch, though, and probably more furniture.”

“I think the way it is actually fits your personality. You don’t strike me as a man who likes a lot of stuff in your space. I would say that you’re a minimalist. You look put together always, but you’re not one to fuss over your looks. You’re probably more comfortable in what you have on right now than in a suit and tie or a tuxedo.”

Austin had dressed down for the evening. Long, muscled legs filled out faded jeans, and he wore a plain black T-shirt that accentuated the broadness of his torso.

“You’re right,” he said. “I’m impressed.”

Austin grabbed his keys and they headed down to his SUV.

Ten minutes later, they were seated at a table with a scenic view of the street.

Austin had suggested High Cotton Restaurant. She had eaten there a few times, and the food was always excellent. It was her absolute favorite eatery. Bree found the atmosphere at High Cotton relaxing and the food tantalizing. Their first date was off to a great start.

“Why did you choose this place for dinner?” she asked, her gaze fixed on his handsome face.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” he responded. “Have you been here before?”

She grinned. “Another thing we have in common. I love this restaurant.”

“I’m glad. I was a little reluctant to try someplace new since this is our first date. I knew what to expect here.”

He ordered wine.

All around them, couples sat at tables, leaning toward each other, smiling, laughing, talking. Waitresses moved through the room serving up orders of bar food and drinks. The clink of glassware and the ripples of conversation became a white noise that hummed in the background.

Bree stared into Austin’s chestnut-brown eyes and fought to hold on to the control and willpower she had developed over the past few years.

It wasn’t easy.

When the waitress returned, she took their food order. Bree ordered the jumbo crab cakes while Austin chose shrimp and grits.

“Tell me more about this wonderful son of yours.”

Bree was touched that Austin seemed interested in Emery. “Well, he’s almost three and keeps me very busy. I’m not complaining, though. My son brings me so much joy. It’s hard to put into words what it means to be a mother.”

“It’s clear to me that you really enjoy it.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother. A short time after Caleb and I married, I found out that my chances of having a child naturally were very slim. We decided to adopt, but then he passed away. When I felt ready emotionally, that’s when I moved forward and Emery came into my life.” She looked away. “That’s probably more than you wanted to know on a first date.”

“No, I admire you for being so transparent.”

“I love my son so much—it doesn’t matter that he didn’t come from my body.”

“He’s a very lucky little boy.”

Bree’s eyes grew bright with unshed tears. “I’m the lucky one, Austin. I’m sure every mother says this, but I know this to be true—Emery is a very special child. He loves in such a pure way. When he smiles at me or gives me a kiss... I can’t describe the feeling I get.” She took a sip of her wine. “I’m sorry for going on like that.”

“No need to apologize, Bree. I asked about Emery.” He paused a moment before saying, “I’m sure you’re just dying to show me a picture of him.”

“I have many,” she responded. “Would you like to see them?”

Austin nodded.

Bree pulled up some photos on her cell phone and handed it to him.

“He’s a handsome little boy.”

“Thank you.”

She watched as Austin stared at the photos. Bree had never met a man who was so taken with Emery, especially since they hadn’t even met.

Their food arrived.

“How’s the crab cakes?” Austin asked.

“Delicious as always.” She leaned forward and said in a low voice, “I’m trying not to devour them. Don’t want to ruin your impression of me after one date.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

Bree regarded him with amusement. “I don’t know if Jordin told you anything about me, but what you see is what you get.”

“I like that,” he responded. “I prefer to be around someone who isn’t afraid to be herself.”

She wiped her mouth on her napkin. “It’s the only way I know how to be.”

He broke into a grin. “It’s nice to meet another well-rounded individual.”

Laughter rang out between them.

After dinner, they returned to his condo.

Austin had teased over dinner that he had a surprise for her. Bree couldn’t imagine what it could be, and could hardly contain her excitement.

Before taking a seat in the living room, she caught glimpses into other rooms. A formal dining room and an office with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

In the room where she sat, a wall beyond the fireplace was covered with bookshelves filled with books. Bree settled back in the chair. It was a very nice house, shabby and comfortable, clean but not too neat. All it lacked was the warmth of a woman’s touch...

“I’ll be right back,” Austin said before disappearing into the kitchen.

Moments later he returned with two slices of banana chocolate chip cake on plates. “Is this from Ashley Bakery?”

Nodding, he smiled. “Now, I have to confess that I asked Jordin about your favorite dessert, but the restaurant was my idea.”

“This is the perfect way to end the night,” she murmured. “Thank you, Austin.”

He seemed to be peering at her intently.

“What is it?”

“You are so beautiful.”

Austin looked at her as if he were trying to photograph her with his eyes.

“You should try the cake,” Bree said. “It’s really delicious. It’s also Emery’s favorite.”

She shifted her focus from his face to her plate. Her body ached for his touch and she didn’t want to get too caught up in her own emotions. What she felt—her feelings for him had nothing to do with reason.

This is a first date. Slow down, girl.

Austin sampled the dessert. “This is really good. I’ve always been a carrot cake lover, but this is good.”

“A new convert...yeah!”

They laughed.

“I’ve already packaged up half of the cake for you to take home with you.”

“You’ve just made my baby a very happy little boy. He was asking for some earlier. I’d promised him that we’d pick up a cake this weekend.”

Bree was impressed with Austin’s unselfish actions. He hadn’t known her long, but he was interested in her likes and dislikes. He was considerate in including her son, which scored him major points with her.

* * *

Austin brought the half of the cake he’d packaged up for her. “Here you go.”

Bree didn’t want to keep her babysitter up too late as it was a weeknight and she usually went to bed early. She rose to her feet. “Tonight was amazing,” she said. “Thank you for everything.”

He moved closer, challenging Bree to deliberately shut out any awareness of him.

“I have another confession to make.”

Looking up at him, she asked, “What is it?”

Bree was lifted in the cradle of Austin’s arms. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do all evening,” he said, his voice just above a husky whisper.

Her body tingled when he touched her.

His lips were warm and soft, and she let go of any misgivings and kissed him back, her heart leaping. Austin was gentle and devastating as his mouth slid from hers and dropped fleeting kisses on her cheeks and her eyes.

When they parted, Bree’s lips still burned from the delicious sensation of his kiss.

He walked her down to her car.

“Call or text me when you get home,” Austin told her. “I want to know that you made it home safely.”

“I will.”

He planted another kiss on her lips.

Bree sang along with the radio all the way home.

When she arrived, a full-figured woman wearing a T-shirt and jeans came down the stairs.

“I can tell you had a good time. You practically floating right now.”

Bree smiled despite herself. “Miss Sara, what are you talking about?”

“What’s that in your hand?”

“He surprised me with a banana chocolate chip cake for dessert,” Bree announced. “He gave me half to bring home.”

“High Cotton for dinner and then your favorite cake...now that’s my kinda man. I’m liking this boy already.”

Bree held up her phone. “I need to text him to let him know I’m home safe.”

“I made some tea,” Sara announced. “Want a cup?”

She handed her neighbor the cake. “Sure. Feel free to have some cake. It’s from Ashley Bakery.”

“Girl, you talking my language. I’ma have a tiny slice of that cake with my tea and then I’ma go home and get in the bed.”

Bree sent a quick text to Austin, then sat and talked with her neighbor while they drank tea.

When Sara left for her place, she made sure all the doors were locked, turned on the security alarm and checked on Emery. He was sound asleep, clutching a Spider-Man toy. He always took a superhero to bed with him.

She ran her fingers softly through his curls, then kissed him on the cheek.

Bree stifled a yawn as she navigated to her bedroom, where she turned on the TV and prepared a bath.

Stepping out of the bubbles fifteen minutes later, she wrapped a thick blue towel around herself and stared in the mirror. Austin’s kiss still lingered on her lips. Bree closed her eyes, reliving the way he smelled and the feel of his muscles. His touch was imprinted in the places he’d touched her. It amazed her that a good-night kiss could awaken her in areas that had lain dormant since Caleb’s death.

She’d gone on dates in the past, but none lasted more than a couple of months at best. Bree’s focus stayed on her son and building her client base. She wanted to remarry, and had no doubt that she would when the right man came along. After an entertaining evening with Austin, she felt that he had a lot of potential in terms of a relationship.

The sound of the television in the bedroom infiltrated her musings. One of those reality shows was on. Give me a good book any day, she thought.

Stifling a yawn, she slipped on a nightgown, then padded into a bedroom decorated with a soothing color scheme of purple and silver-gray with black accents.

Bree was more than ready to dive into the four-poster bed. Her day had been a long one, but so worth it, she decided.

Her summer was off to a great start.

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