If only he could bring Rayne here to meet his father and catch him while he remembered. But Calvin didn’t dare. One thing was for sure, though, he needed to find a way to win her love. And soon!
FOURTEEN
Patience wasnotone of Rayne’s virtues. Especially when she had to wait all day to tell Calvin how much she loved him.
After work, she hurried home, only to find the place empty. Not knowing how long she had to get things ready for her surprise, she rushed around the kitchen, making dinner. She’d ordered 90 yellow roses with red-trim and had those sitting in vases all around the living room. She’d turned on some romantic music, just like they’d played at the restaurant.
While dinner – an Italian dish which was Calvin’s favorite – was warming, she showered and changed into another one of her creations. His favorite color was blue, so she’d chosen a navy-blue form-fitting knee-length dress with a slashed neck, flounced sleeves and a slit on the skirt. She slipped into matching heels and left her hair long and flowing over her shoulders before returning to the kitchen.
She became restless as the time slowly passed by, and she lost count of how many times she looked out the window. She checked their dinner to make sure it wasn’t drying out, and thankfully, everything still looked moist.
Just as she was closing the oven door, she heard someone coming up the porch. Her heartbeat hammered out of control, and she ran for the door. Seeing his surprised face when he saw what she’d done would be something to keep in her memory forever.
She opened the door quickly... and her heart sank. Why was Eddie trying to ruin her life? Again?
He grinned as his gaze moved slowly over her. “Oh, Pookey-bear, I’ve missed you so much.”
She silently groaned as a painful throbbing began in her skull. Perhaps the best way to get rid of Eddie once and for all was to tell him the truth.
“I’m actually glad you’re here. Won’t you come in for a moment? I need to talk to you.”
As he stepped into the living room, his eyes widened, but then confusion crossed his expression.
“What’s with all of the flowers?” He rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t Mr. Rich-Pants know that yellow isn’t your favorite color?”
She gritted her teeth and held back the insult she wanted to fling at him. “It’s my favorite now. In fact,thisflower is my favorite.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of pretty.”
She left the door open and moved closer to him. “Eddie, I want you to know something.”
He turned and took her into his arms. She pressed her palms against his chest, not wanting this kind of closeness. When she was finally able to wiggle out of his embrace, she threw him a glare.
“I was not impressed with those pictures.”
“What pictures?” His answer was too quick, and he couldn’t fake an innocent look.
