Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
“Like I said they’ll wait.”
He grated out, his eyes never left hers, and then he was leaning forward, getting up real close to her as his eyes bored into hers, and Marilyn shoved her chair back away from him, very uncomfortable with his presence. This man was more than rude, and she got the distinct feeling that she needed to be away from him, very far away from him.
She watched as his eyes moved down over her attire and then back up to her eyes. His jaw was ticking like crazy, he was starting to scare her, she realised. Then he just stood up, grabbed that book she’d signed and strode off. She watched him toss money at the cashier and state.
“That should cover it.”
She turned to look at Lisa, who sighed herself
“Relax, he’s gone Marilyn.”
She murmured.
Her eyes moved to the crowd as they were all staring at her or at his retreating back, and she heard one of them murmur
“I can’t believe he came all the way here.”
“He was a bit rude,”
another stated.
“What the heck do you make of that encounter?”
She took a breath in and had another drink of water to settle her nerves and moved herself back to the table, at her a little.
“Do you really and composed herself and the next in line stepped over to the table and sr not know who he is?”
she asked as she handed Marilyn the book.
“No,”
Marilyn answered.
“Who was he?”
Lisa asked.
“That was Calvin Reeves himself,”
she stated.
“You do know you’re a dead ringer for his presumed dead wife, right, you honestly don’t know who he is?”
she half murmured.
“Name?”
Marilyn murmured herself she didn’t want to hear it.
“Atlanta,”
she answered, and Marilyn signed the book and handed it back to her.
Stated simply,
“No, I don’t know him, I’ve never seen that man before, to my recollection, and honestly, I don’t think that I want to ever again either.”
And she didn’t.
Her afternoon felt long and dragged out after that, as she sat there at that table, and she heard Lisa mutter something unintelligible 30 minutes after the encounter with one Calvin Reeves. He’d obviously seen her likeness to his wife and come to look at her himself. He’d not been happy to have to stand before her, that much she’d understood.
She was glad when the day was over and the book store closed its doors. She had another day here in Houston because she didn’t want to travel back to back, so they always stayed one or two days post signing to look around. Now she just wanted to leave, put the boys in the car and go home.
If he thought she was going to be one of the women that chased after him, he was dead wrong. She didn’t want anything to do with the man. No, her only goal at the moment was to pick up the boys and leave Houston, to get as far away from one Calvin Reeves and whatever the hell that was.
She’d listened to Lisa last night tell her about those other women who’d tried to convince him they were his wife, likely in order to get to his money. That he’d debunked them all. She was not one of them, and he would see by her leaving town without having anything to do with him, that she was not the same as them. If he thought that was what she was up to.
She hadn’t meant to come into his life and upset him, cause chaos in his world because she looked like his dead or missing wife, which ever the hell it was. But she obviously had done so, because he’d come here and looked right at her himself. He was pissed off that she was interrupting his life or intruding on it. She didn’t know what he thought.
But it hadn’t been in the way he’d banged her book down on the table, but the way he had eyeballed her. Those hazel??reen eyes that had stared so hard and cold into her own, and his black hair that kind of made her worry.
Callum and Vincent, her twin sons, both had black hair and hazel green eyes, and something about that man now scared her. Inside her mind she was thinking about the timeline of her amnesia and her not knowing who the twins’ father was. That her hire car had Texas plates, her eyes moved to her left hand, she’d had tan lines that indicated she’d worn a wedding ring.
Fear was starting to creep into her. What if she had been his wife, and had divorced him or simply ran the hell away from him, changed her name to hide from him, to escape from him and that anger she had just seen?
He certainly looked like a man that one would hide from, all that anger there in public for all to see aimed at her. If he was uncaring about that, then what kind of man was he behind closed doors? A shudder ran through her, and she really had to shake it off. out there with hazel??reen She couldn’t let that man get inside her head. Surely there were millions of eyes and black hair. She leaned on the table while things were being packed up around her and googled that very thing only to find it wasn’t as common as she thought; Black hair and green eyes were considered rare, a striking combination, considered to be exotic or alluring even.
She
Calvin
He got out of his car and walked down along the line up of both men and women waiting to get their books autographed. It was quite long, he noticed. This woman had quite a fan following, it seemed. He could hear among the indistinct chatter, Marrin’s name being said by many.
Then some of those waiting here recognised him for who he was, and his own name was stated, and many eyes were turning towards him as he stalked his way down the line. He heard the words
“Hey, is that Calvin Reeves in the flesh?”
He picked up a copy of the current book she was signing as he walked into the store. There was a stack of them there near the cashier, and he figured it was so the fans could come in, buy the book and then go line up. There was also he noted individual copies of all the books in the series and a full box set sitting on the table she herself was sitting at.
He, however, was not going to be waiting in that line for hours to get a look at this woman. He didn’t even want the book, just wanted to stand before this woman and have her look at him, to see for himself if she was or wasn’t Marrin. Regardless of what Wil had stated, she looked too much like Marrin for him to just ignore it. For all he knew, it was her, and she was back here in Houston just to smirk at him and say ‘I got the better of you.
If it was her and that was her intent, he was going to wipe that smirk right off her face. He walked across the store to the head of the line and looked at the woman third in line to have her book signed.
“May I cut in?”
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