Megan had been home from the hospital for a week and was making progress on her own with her recovery. Her organs, as well as her memory, were healing properly. Pieces of her memory were falling into place, creating a familiar puzzle.
Once she stepped foot in her childhood home and saw her mother, her memory expanded. She remembered when Connor got married. She remembered how to drive but couldn't practice with only one working arm. She remembered Pam. Everything was falling into place except Ryan. She did remember the kiss, though: a kiss that had stayed on her lips for more than four days.
She was sitting on the sun porch, enjoying the weather when her father joined her. “Nice day out today. Do you want to go for a walk in the park?” he asked her.
“Maybe later, Dad.” She used her toes to push the rocking chair gently.
“What's going on between you and Mom?”
“Everything's fine between us, Megan.”
“Ha, that's a lie. Where's the love, Dad? I don’t remember this coldness between you two. I’ve seen you take her in a corner and whisper. I also think I heard arguing the other night.”
“Sweetheart, couples argue. We’re fine, and you don’t need to worry about us. Anyhow, have you talked to Ryan lately?”
She nodded. “Only for a minute today, he had to respond to a call. Dad, why is he the missing link to everything? He claims we are in love, and I do feel a stir when he is near me. I don’t know what it is. Whenever he is around me, my knees go to mush, my heart races, and I sweat. I guess what I’m experiencing is more lust than love.”
“Megan, the man does love you. He’s put up with a lot of chicanery and tantrums from you and Iona. Maybe that’s why you can’t remember. You want to forget the stuff you put him through.”
“I can’t see me being a pain in the ass. Everyone says I’m such a nice person.”
“You are, but you’re spoiled rotten to the core. I can say that because I’ve had a hand in spoiling you. When you don’t get your way, you throw a fit and demand until people, including Ryan, would give in to you.”
“Maybe I should go home. There could be something in the house that might trigger the neurons in my brain to snap together.”
“You should go home. The less exposure you have to Iona, the better.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It will all come to you and when it does, have a barf bag by your side. I have to run to the office to catch up on some work. Do you want to come with me to get out of the house?” James asked.
“Okay, I may be confused but not stupid. You don’t want me alone with Mom. I deserve to know why.” Megan saw the vein throbbing in her father’s temple, something she had never seen before.
“We’ll talk about that later. Get your purse; we’ll get a bite to eat and see a movie after I’m done at the office.”
She winked at her father. “A date with my handsome dad, on a Friday night, what more could a girl ask for?”
“Then, how about going to a movie with an old friend instead?” Iona’s voice had drifted onto the porch before she did. She raised her elegant shoulders. “Well?”
Megan saw a shadowy figure move in the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to take a second look, James’ small groan of disgust caused her to look at him. His nostrils were flared, and his jawline was tight. He was angry that Emin was there. James Jones never verbally displayed his anger, but anyone with eyes could see it when he was mad. He knew Emin had to see it today.
James stood up abruptly. “Iona, we have to talk now!”
“James, don’t be rude to a guest in our house. Emin is here to visit Megan. Show some kindness.”
“It’s fine, Iona. Mr. Jones has every right to be upset. I am here uninvited again, and I'm interrupting a father-daughter moment. Please, Mr. Jones, accept my apology.” Emin extended his hand to James.
James folded his arms across his chest, unmoved and unimpressed. “Yes, this is the second time this week. Exactly when do you plan on returning to work, Emin? After all, you’re what - a second or third-year associate? I can’t imagine your firm is happy that you’re away so often.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Emin leaned against the banister. “I’m not with that firm any longer. I work for my family’s business. I head up the legal department for our import business based here in Cleveland.”
“Huh, that’s a lot of responsibility for someone with little legal experience. You should think about spending more of your time in the office getting acclimated with the laws of the business instead of sniffing around my daughter who happens to be married.”
“James, stop it!” Iona scolded. Megan struggled to stand up from the rocking chair. She gave up after losing her balance and slumped back in the chair. She watched her father tower over Emin, waiting for lava to erupt from his smoldering head. She had no idea why he was so upset. He and Emin had always been friendly in the past.
James escorted Emin and Iona over to the far corner of the large deck. Megan couldn’t hear what they were talking about or see James’ face. She would have to read Iona’s face to get an idea of what was going on between the three of them.
James’ lips barely moved as he spoke. “I’m here to tell you right now don’t fuck with Megan. You think you’ve gained some balls by coming back to Cleveland, Emin. I’m here to tell you I will cut those bastards off and display them on my bookcase like a trophy.” He stabbed a finger in Emin’s chest. “Whatever business you have with Iona, get it over with and leave Megan out of it.”
“Mr. Jones, you might want to back off me,” Emin said, pushing his hand aside. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. You’re right; I do have business with your beautiful wife. She made me a promise, and I’m here to collect.”
“Correction: my ex-wife,” James barked.
Emin chuckled. “It doesn’t matter to me if she’s an ex-wife or not; she owes me, and I’m not leaving without my purchase or the return of my $3,000,000. Mr. Jones, there will be trouble if I’m refused either of them. I’d prefer Megan’s hand in marriage over the money if that helps you with making a decision.”
James frowned. “Son, you don’t know what trouble is. I don’t care what connections your family has or that you assume it is enough to frighten me. So that gall you’re exhibiting is scary to someone who doesn’t know you, but it doesn’t faze me.” He brushed the imaginary dirt off the lapels of Emin’s suit jacket and smiled sinisterly. “Once my wrath is in motion, you and everyone close to you will feel every ounce of it. Are you sure you want to find out exactly what I’m capable of doing?” Emin swallowed and moved away from James’ grip. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good boy, say goodbye to Megan, and never show your face around here again.”
“James, what has gotten into you?” Iona questioned.
He snarled at Iona. “You weren’t given permission to talk. You're aware of what I have in store for you, and you'll get it as soon as Megan is on her feet. Now, both of you get the hell out of my face before I forget I’m a mild-mannered man and show my true colors.”
Megan couldn’t read the expression on any of their faces. Emin smiled as he knelt down beside her. When he touched her hand, a chill spread through her whole body, making her shiver. It was 89-degrees outside, and there was no wind or fan nearby to cause her to have goosebumps. This was the second cold reaction she’d gotten from his touch. When he visited her days ago, she got the same sensation..
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She was sitting on the sun porch, enjoying the weather when her father joined her. “Nice day out today. Do you want to go for a walk in the park?” he asked her.
“Maybe later, Dad.” She used her toes to push the rocking chair gently.
“What's going on between you and Mom?”
“Everything's fine between us, Megan.”
“Ha, that's a lie. Where's the love, Dad? I don’t remember this coldness between you two. I’ve seen you take her in a corner and whisper. I also think I heard arguing the other night.”
“Sweetheart, couples argue. We’re fine, and you don’t need to worry about us. Anyhow, have you talked to Ryan lately?”
She nodded. “Only for a minute today, he had to respond to a call. Dad, why is he the missing link to everything? He claims we are in love, and I do feel a stir when he is near me. I don’t know what it is. Whenever he is around me, my knees go to mush, my heart races, and I sweat. I guess what I’m experiencing is more lust than love.”
“Megan, the man does love you. He’s put up with a lot of chicanery and tantrums from you and Iona. Maybe that’s why you can’t remember. You want to forget the stuff you put him through.”
“I can’t see me being a pain in the ass. Everyone says I’m such a nice person.”
“You are, but you’re spoiled rotten to the core. I can say that because I’ve had a hand in spoiling you. When you don’t get your way, you throw a fit and demand until people, including Ryan, would give in to you.”
“Maybe I should go home. There could be something in the house that might trigger the neurons in my brain to snap together.”
“You should go home. The less exposure you have to Iona, the better.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It will all come to you and when it does, have a barf bag by your side. I have to run to the office to catch up on some work. Do you want to come with me to get out of the house?” James asked.
“Okay, I may be confused but not stupid. You don’t want me alone with Mom. I deserve to know why.” Megan saw the vein throbbing in her father’s temple, something she had never seen before.
“We’ll talk about that later. Get your purse; we’ll get a bite to eat and see a movie after I’m done at the office.”
She winked at her father. “A date with my handsome dad, on a Friday night, what more could a girl ask for?”
“Then, how about going to a movie with an old friend instead?” Iona’s voice had drifted onto the porch before she did. She raised her elegant shoulders. “Well?”
Megan saw a shadowy figure move in the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to take a second look, James’ small groan of disgust caused her to look at him. His nostrils were flared, and his jawline was tight. He was angry that Emin was there. James Jones never verbally displayed his anger, but anyone with eyes could see it when he was mad. He knew Emin had to see it today.
James stood up abruptly. “Iona, we have to talk now!”
“James, don’t be rude to a guest in our house. Emin is here to visit Megan. Show some kindness.”
“It’s fine, Iona. Mr. Jones has every right to be upset. I am here uninvited again, and I'm interrupting a father-daughter moment. Please, Mr. Jones, accept my apology.” Emin extended his hand to James.
James folded his arms across his chest, unmoved and unimpressed. “Yes, this is the second time this week. Exactly when do you plan on returning to work, Emin? After all, you’re what - a second or third-year associate? I can’t imagine your firm is happy that you’re away so often.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Emin leaned against the banister. “I’m not with that firm any longer. I work for my family’s business. I head up the legal department for our import business based here in Cleveland.”
“Huh, that’s a lot of responsibility for someone with little legal experience. You should think about spending more of your time in the office getting acclimated with the laws of the business instead of sniffing around my daughter who happens to be married.”
“James, stop it!” Iona scolded. Megan struggled to stand up from the rocking chair. She gave up after losing her balance and slumped back in the chair. She watched her father tower over Emin, waiting for lava to erupt from his smoldering head. She had no idea why he was so upset. He and Emin had always been friendly in the past.
James escorted Emin and Iona over to the far corner of the large deck. Megan couldn’t hear what they were talking about or see James’ face. She would have to read Iona’s face to get an idea of what was going on between the three of them.
James’ lips barely moved as he spoke. “I’m here to tell you right now don’t fuck with Megan. You think you’ve gained some balls by coming back to Cleveland, Emin. I’m here to tell you I will cut those bastards off and display them on my bookcase like a trophy.” He stabbed a finger in Emin’s chest. “Whatever business you have with Iona, get it over with and leave Megan out of it.”
“Mr. Jones, you might want to back off me,” Emin said, pushing his hand aside. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. You’re right; I do have business with your beautiful wife. She made me a promise, and I’m here to collect.”
“Correction: my ex-wife,” James barked.
Emin chuckled. “It doesn’t matter to me if she’s an ex-wife or not; she owes me, and I’m not leaving without my purchase or the return of my $3,000,000. Mr. Jones, there will be trouble if I’m refused either of them. I’d prefer Megan’s hand in marriage over the money if that helps you with making a decision.”
James frowned. “Son, you don’t know what trouble is. I don’t care what connections your family has or that you assume it is enough to frighten me. So that gall you’re exhibiting is scary to someone who doesn’t know you, but it doesn’t faze me.” He brushed the imaginary dirt off the lapels of Emin’s suit jacket and smiled sinisterly. “Once my wrath is in motion, you and everyone close to you will feel every ounce of it. Are you sure you want to find out exactly what I’m capable of doing?” Emin swallowed and moved away from James’ grip. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good boy, say goodbye to Megan, and never show your face around here again.”
“James, what has gotten into you?” Iona questioned.
He snarled at Iona. “You weren’t given permission to talk. You're aware of what I have in store for you, and you'll get it as soon as Megan is on her feet. Now, both of you get the hell out of my face before I forget I’m a mild-mannered man and show my true colors.”
Megan couldn’t read the expression on any of their faces. Emin smiled as he knelt down beside her. When he touched her hand, a chill spread through her whole body, making her shiver. It was 89-degrees outside, and there was no wind or fan nearby to cause her to have goosebumps. This was the second cold reaction she’d gotten from his touch. When he visited her days ago, she got the same sensation..
Preorder available. Click the link below:
http://www.amazon.com/Rekindle-Flames-Men-CLE-FD-Book-ebook/dp/B00WN2K6C0/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1430577727&sr=1-4&keywords=toye+lawson+brown+kindle+books
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