After twenty years of marriage, Rissa Tate’s husband has left her for Blondie of the big Boobs. Can she rebuild a life for her and her children with a childhood friend?
Rissa isn’t as surprised as she should be that her husband left her. She’d had an idea for a few years he wasn’t being faithful. She’d buried her head in the sand for the sake of the twins. He left her four month’s earlier, and now he’s asked her to clear all of his possessions out of their home and do with them what she wants. As she boxes everything for Good Will she comes across her old diaries. In them she finds her entry of the pact she made with Robert, Bobby, Graham to meet in Twenty-five years. That date is in two weeks. Would he be there?
Rob Graham has loved Rissa for as long as he remembered. When they’d been in high school she’d only thought of him as a buddy, the brother she never had. Would she remember their pact? If she did, would she be there?
The muscles in Rissa’s legs had tightened a while ago and the strain on her eyes caused them to ache. Every man had begun to look the same. And so far, not one of them had looked familiar.
Thinking back, there had been so many times they’d discussed his desire to have a passel of little rugrats. If, or when, he did show up, it would probably be with a wife and six kids or something.
Funny, being an only child hadn’t made her yearn for more than the twins. They gave her enough joy and love to satisfy all her needs. Seth and Sandie gave her plenty to keep track of.
The crowd seemed to be increasing and everything blurred together. Taking a deep breath and letting it whistle out her teeth, she turned toward the bridge, leaned her elbows on the top of the side and watched the ducks as they swam underneath. A few geese sunbathed on the bank.
“Rissa?” The deep, familiar voice was right behind her.
A broad chest was the first thing her gaze encountered. Tilting her head back slowly, she tried not to stare. Holy moly, his face…
Good lord, Bobby had never looked this good at eighteen.
His deep green eyes looked into her soul. His wavy hair was tousled by the breeze, one stray lock fell over his forehead her fingers itched to reach up and brush it back. His wide shoulders tapered down to a slim waist and if his tight t-shirt was any indication, he had a pretty good six pack going on underneath it.
Heat started at her neck and climbed to her cheeks. She’d been gawking like a teenager. Her mind went blank, trying to think of something to say.
Oh, that was impressive.
His chuckle rumbled up from his chest, “Yes.”