Chicago attorney Marcella Richards is in dire need of a vacation, but she’s been too busy applying all her energies into her work. For eight long years! That’s when she decided marrying Drew and starting a family interfered with her career choice. When she slows down and thinks, the only thing on her mind is Drew and what could have been. When a blue moon appears, Marcella makes a wish. Is it possible to go back in time and redo the past? A certain gnomette is going to give it a shot.
Marcella awoke with a start. She sat up and brushed her long dark hair from her face and gazed, wide-eyed, around the room. Dawn’s pale, pink light filtered in through the half-drawn curtains, barely illuminating the tiny apartment bedroom she’d been sharing with Drew for the last year. A dream! She had to have been dreaming. She fell back against the pillows with a sigh. But man, what a dream! Successfully practicing law, living in a ritzy Chicago penthouse, being visited by a little person in pointy shoes and a purple, cone-shaped hat…and no Drew.
Marcella yawned and stretched, snuggling back down beneath the covers. She closed her eyes, sleepily remembering and rehashing the details of her last murder case. The defendant, her client, never admitted to murdering his ex-wife, but Marcella sensed he was guilty. Still, thanks to her excellent trial skills and a broken-down air-conditioning unit, the man had walked. Marcella bolted upright again, suddenly wide awake.
Her last murder case! But, she hadn’t even graduated college yet! How could she remember something that hadn’t even happened?
“Oh, my God, it wasn’t a dream.” Somehow, someway, she’d traveled back in time.
“What wasn’t a dream?”
Marcella turned, her jaw dropping. Drew stood in the doorway, the light from their tiny kitchenette illuminating his tall, leanly muscled body. He smiled and moved farther into the room.
“Uh, nothing. Good-morning.” Marcella snapped her mouth closed and returned Drew’s smile. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I have a class.” He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in, placing a light kiss on her nose.
“Then why aren’t you gone? Sun’s up, it’s gotta be after six.”
“My car won’t start. The way I see it,” Drew said, gathering her into his arms and nuzzling her neck, “we have two choices. Either you can get up and take me to class, or I can come back to bed and we can make love until your ten o’clock.”
Marcella took a deep breath, drinking in Drew’s freshly showered scent. “I don’t have a ten o’clock.”
“Mmm, all the better. I can come back to bed and we can make love until noon.”
Drew pulled her down on the bed, rolling until she lay pinned beneath him. He cupped her face and kissed her, slow and deep.
Marcella pulled back with a sigh, draping her arms around his neck. She gazed into his eyes. “I’m afraid you’re going to miss your class.”
“Good.” He moved off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving his clothing scattered on the floor.
Marcella watched him, her heart pounding. Eight long years. She hadn’t made love in nearly a decade. And, knowing how splendid it would be – remembering his gentle skill and tenderness – only served to heighten Marcella’s desire and anticipation.
Drew climbed onto the bed, slid beneath the covers and drew her into his arms.
“Mmm, you smell good,” she said, breathing in the warm, slightly spicy smell of his cologne. “Good enough to eat.”
Drew grinned and rubbed his hips against her suggestively. “Yeah? That sounds like a proposition, baby.”
“Not a proposition, a promise.” Marcella laughed and ducked down beneath the blankets.