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as they heal themselves.” A sigh followed, indicating that she wasn’t really as sure as she led on to be.
“Well, I’m Michael,” he said, heartstrings jerking inside. His body shadowed over hers, hiding her face from the sunlight. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“I’m Hope Daniels,” she said, enjoying his voice. “But you already know that.” His lyrical accent wasn’t all Southern, but she couldn’t properly place it.
Finally realizing that they were not alone, Michael looked passed her to see two women glaring at him from the background. “We have a bit of an audience,” he whispered to Hope. “Are they your caretakers or bodyguards?”
Hope laughed, more than she had done in six weeks. “The tall pretty one is the nosiest woman you’ll ever meet. But she means well. Now, I don’t know much about the other one. I’m trying to figure out if she’ll be my new nurse until I’m better.”
“Well, she looks pleasant,” Michael said, nodding toward them. “Ladies.”
Bree raised a brow at Michael, but did not speak.
LouAnn on the other hand, glared at him with a look of surprise on her face. What was with this girl and pulling attractive white men? What did she have that her daughter seemed to lack?
“Are you ready to finish our interview?” Bree asked, trying to pull Hope away from the conversation with Michael.
Hope glanced back toward her friend’s voice. “Just a moment.”
Michael smirked. He knew what Bree was up to. Cock blocking was an international pastime.
“Well, I had better get back to things, but it was nice to meet you, Michael,” Hope said, wishing that she could see his face. She turned back toward him.
“It was nice to meet you as well,” he said, drinking her in one last time.
She clutched the side of the door for balance. “Don’t be a stranger. If Mr. Jernigan liked you, you must be alright.” Her nervousness finally betrayed her and showed.
Michael chuckled. “He’s a nice old man, but I think that he thinks that I’m gay.”
“Why would he think that?” Hope asked, now even more curious about the strange man.
“I live with my best friend, Geoff. He’s a bit English and a proper asshole.”
Hope chuckled. “Well, are you gay? I mean, it’s alright if you are, but I’d be incredibly disappointed.”
“No,” he said, voice fading. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her even though he tried with everything in him to do so. The warmness of her brown perfect skin, the curve of her heart-shaped lips, the sinfully thick, wing-like flaps of her eyelashes and long natural arch of her brows made her look like an angel or the most beautiful devil he’d ever seen.
“Good,” she said, flirting just a little. “Then I’ll see you around for more than just mail service, maybe .”
“It would be my pleasure,” Michael said, ending his stay. “Have a lovely evening, Hope.”
Hope giggled. “You too.” Closing the door behind her, she left him there to contemplate her on the porch.
Chapter 6
The nights in Hernando were like something out of Mid Summer’s Night Dream. Perched on towering oak trees, owls hooted, crickets chirped, the moon blazed with nocturnal fury and a fresh, inviting breeze crept through the slightly open window.
It was a perfect setting for a peaceful evening. In fact, Michael could hear in his head quotes from Shakespeare even as he tossed and turned in bed. He was tormented but for once, not with the agony of his life but the idea of what it truly was. This peculiar woman and her millisecond of an introduction into his existence had birthed intrigue back into his consciousness.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
Despite the peace around him, Michael simply couldn’t sleep. Every time
“Well, I’m Michael,” he said, heartstrings jerking inside. His body shadowed over hers, hiding her face from the sunlight. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“I’m Hope Daniels,” she said, enjoying his voice. “But you already know that.” His lyrical accent wasn’t all Southern, but she couldn’t properly place it.
Finally realizing that they were not alone, Michael looked passed her to see two women glaring at him from the background. “We have a bit of an audience,” he whispered to Hope. “Are they your caretakers or bodyguards?”
Hope laughed, more than she had done in six weeks. “The tall pretty one is the nosiest woman you’ll ever meet. But she means well. Now, I don’t know much about the other one. I’m trying to figure out if she’ll be my new nurse until I’m better.”
“Well, she looks pleasant,” Michael said, nodding toward them. “Ladies.”
Bree raised a brow at Michael, but did not speak.
LouAnn on the other hand, glared at him with a look of surprise on her face. What was with this girl and pulling attractive white men? What did she have that her daughter seemed to lack?
“Are you ready to finish our interview?” Bree asked, trying to pull Hope away from the conversation with Michael.
Hope glanced back toward her friend’s voice. “Just a moment.”
Michael smirked. He knew what Bree was up to. Cock blocking was an international pastime.
“Well, I had better get back to things, but it was nice to meet you, Michael,” Hope said, wishing that she could see his face. She turned back toward him.
“It was nice to meet you as well,” he said, drinking her in one last time.
She clutched the side of the door for balance. “Don’t be a stranger. If Mr. Jernigan liked you, you must be alright.” Her nervousness finally betrayed her and showed.
Michael chuckled. “He’s a nice old man, but I think that he thinks that I’m gay.”
“Why would he think that?” Hope asked, now even more curious about the strange man.
“I live with my best friend, Geoff. He’s a bit English and a proper asshole.”
Hope chuckled. “Well, are you gay? I mean, it’s alright if you are, but I’d be incredibly disappointed.”
“No,” he said, voice fading. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her even though he tried with everything in him to do so. The warmness of her brown perfect skin, the curve of her heart-shaped lips, the sinfully thick, wing-like flaps of her eyelashes and long natural arch of her brows made her look like an angel or the most beautiful devil he’d ever seen.
“Good,” she said, flirting just a little. “Then I’ll see you around for more than just mail service, maybe .”
“It would be my pleasure,” Michael said, ending his stay. “Have a lovely evening, Hope.”
Hope giggled. “You too.” Closing the door behind her, she left him there to contemplate her on the porch.
Chapter 6
The nights in Hernando were like something out of Mid Summer’s Night Dream. Perched on towering oak trees, owls hooted, crickets chirped, the moon blazed with nocturnal fury and a fresh, inviting breeze crept through the slightly open window.
It was a perfect setting for a peaceful evening. In fact, Michael could hear in his head quotes from Shakespeare even as he tossed and turned in bed. He was tormented but for once, not with the agony of his life but the idea of what it truly was. This peculiar woman and her millisecond of an introduction into his existence had birthed intrigue back into his consciousness.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
Despite the peace around him, Michael simply couldn’t sleep. Every time
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