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Alvarez’s SUV with darkened windows, Gabe smiled as he watched the scene in front of him unfolded. Jesus, I’m such a stalker, but I just had to know. Gabe knew he had a reputation as a player, but he had never been with a married woman or a woman with a significant other. It just was not his play. But Ross? Her brother. Continuing to smile, he started the vehicle pulled into traffic. Beautiful. Jesus, she’s so beautiful. As he replayed the scenario in his mind, his smile lessened as he thought about her giving up her scarf and gloves and the child’s comment about the dollar store. Glancing down at his expensive, leather gloves and feeling the heat pouring out of the vent of his new Jeep, he vowed to not waste any more time getting to know her.
*
Driving to the restaurant, Jennifer wondered if he would be there. Her giant. That’s such a childish way to think of him. Gabe. His name is Gabe. Stop making him more than he is. Just a man. A player. An over-confident player. As she pulled the old truck to the dumpster, she saw him step from the shadows, a smile on his face. Okay, an incredibly gorgeous, well-built hunk of a player. Licking her lips nervously, she looked up in his face as he stepped up to open her door. Wincing at the screech she noticed that he did not seem to pay attention to the old jalopy.
“Hello, Jennifer,” he greeted as he assisted her down from the truck.
She couldn’t help but smile. He helped her down from her rusty, old junker as though she were alighting from the carriage to the ball. “Hi, Gabe.”
“I’ve already been inside and gathered everything that Carlos had for you.”
Looking over, there were several cardboard boxes filled with bags neatly stacked by the kitchen door. Before she could comment, he turned and lifted them easily, walking to the back of the truck.
“That looks like more than I usually get,” she said. “Are you sure that’s all for me?”
Gabe smiled down at her as he set the boxes carefully in the bed of the truck. “Well, didn’t know how far you had to carry them, so I put less in each box to make them lighter.”
Turning her stunned look up to his face, she said, “Wow, thank you. That’s really…thoughtful. I just…well, I…Gabe, why are you doing this?”
Looking down at his boots for a moment, he rubbed the back of his neck trying to figure out what to say. “I just want to get to know you, Jennifer. It seemed like helping you was the best way.”
She searched his face, trying to determine his motives, but found nothing but sincerity. Shaking her head slowly, she confessed, “I don’t know what you think to gain. I’m…nobody.”
His head lifted, cocked to the side, confusion in his eyes. “Nobody?”
Her eyes snapped and she placed her hands on her hips. “Gabe. Seriously. Look at me. Do I look like some movie star? I’m just me. Just the real me.”
“I don’t want a movie star. I want to know you. Just you. Just the real you,” he countered quickly.
“This makes no sense,” she said, her hand moving back and forth between them.
“I’m a man who finds someone that sparks something deep inside, something that hasn’t been sparked in a long time, and I want to explore it. And I know you felt it too if that kiss was any indication. That makes sense to me,” he said softly, stepping closer.
She stood there with her head leaned back to peer into his eyes and her heart racing, pondering his words. What am I doing? This is crazy.
He saw her eyes dart between his as though trying to see inside of him, looking for a lie. Or something to believe in. Come on, baby. Give me a chance.
Not used to having to work so hard, he found himself holding his breath, hoping she would give them a chance. He saw her eyes drop to his lips and her breathing increase.
Absently pushing her wind-blown curls out of her face, she sucked in her lips before looking down at the ground. Sighing deeply, she looked back up, resignation on her
*
Driving to the restaurant, Jennifer wondered if he would be there. Her giant. That’s such a childish way to think of him. Gabe. His name is Gabe. Stop making him more than he is. Just a man. A player. An over-confident player. As she pulled the old truck to the dumpster, she saw him step from the shadows, a smile on his face. Okay, an incredibly gorgeous, well-built hunk of a player. Licking her lips nervously, she looked up in his face as he stepped up to open her door. Wincing at the screech she noticed that he did not seem to pay attention to the old jalopy.
“Hello, Jennifer,” he greeted as he assisted her down from the truck.
She couldn’t help but smile. He helped her down from her rusty, old junker as though she were alighting from the carriage to the ball. “Hi, Gabe.”
“I’ve already been inside and gathered everything that Carlos had for you.”
Looking over, there were several cardboard boxes filled with bags neatly stacked by the kitchen door. Before she could comment, he turned and lifted them easily, walking to the back of the truck.
“That looks like more than I usually get,” she said. “Are you sure that’s all for me?”
Gabe smiled down at her as he set the boxes carefully in the bed of the truck. “Well, didn’t know how far you had to carry them, so I put less in each box to make them lighter.”
Turning her stunned look up to his face, she said, “Wow, thank you. That’s really…thoughtful. I just…well, I…Gabe, why are you doing this?”
Looking down at his boots for a moment, he rubbed the back of his neck trying to figure out what to say. “I just want to get to know you, Jennifer. It seemed like helping you was the best way.”
She searched his face, trying to determine his motives, but found nothing but sincerity. Shaking her head slowly, she confessed, “I don’t know what you think to gain. I’m…nobody.”
His head lifted, cocked to the side, confusion in his eyes. “Nobody?”
Her eyes snapped and she placed her hands on her hips. “Gabe. Seriously. Look at me. Do I look like some movie star? I’m just me. Just the real me.”
“I don’t want a movie star. I want to know you. Just you. Just the real you,” he countered quickly.
“This makes no sense,” she said, her hand moving back and forth between them.
“I’m a man who finds someone that sparks something deep inside, something that hasn’t been sparked in a long time, and I want to explore it. And I know you felt it too if that kiss was any indication. That makes sense to me,” he said softly, stepping closer.
She stood there with her head leaned back to peer into his eyes and her heart racing, pondering his words. What am I doing? This is crazy.
He saw her eyes dart between his as though trying to see inside of him, looking for a lie. Or something to believe in. Come on, baby. Give me a chance.
Not used to having to work so hard, he found himself holding his breath, hoping she would give them a chance. He saw her eyes drop to his lips and her breathing increase.
Absently pushing her wind-blown curls out of her face, she sucked in her lips before looking down at the ground. Sighing deeply, she looked back up, resignation on her
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