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Four years later.
The woman of his dreams was tall, slim, and dark-haired. She was giving him
her back facing the ocean, giving him a magnificent view of her curves inside a sexy red dress. A light breeze softened the atmosphere, making the fabric cling to her body.
Then a bell rang and the image of the woman vanished.
Alex groaned, trying to hold on to that sleep. He pressed the snooze button, and once again the room fell silent.
The brunette reappeared in his dream and... then the doorbell rang again.
He realized that it wasn't the alarm clock, but the phone, that was ringing.
He managed to open his eyes and saw that it was six in the morning. Who could be calling him at that hour? Another ring.
He grunted and picked up.
"Hello," he murmured as he fell back asleep.
Alex?
The woman of his dreams had a voice, and a very beautiful one.
"Alex?" the voice said impatiently. "Are you there?"
The woman of his dreams had a face. A perfectly oval face, with aristocratic features. Her eyes were caramel-colored, with a slight hint of sadness. Her mouth was like a strawberry...
Alex, wake up!
Surprised, Alex sat up in bed.
He told himself it was just a dream. A dream he had far too often. Something he denied when he was awake, but his subconscious seemed to refuse to forget.
The woman of his dreams was Lindsey Richards, his best friend's wife.
xx
Lindsey?
"I was just about to hang up, Alex," she said.
Don't do it, Lindsey. You know I'm always here for you. Anytime you need me.
I know, Alex. You've been... very good to me. More than I deserve.
Don't start that again.
They'd had that argument before. Quite often over the past two years, since Danny's accident.
"I've told you before," he added. "We're friends. And friends look out for each other."
I know, Alex, but... God, what am I thinking?
I forgot to ask you. Is this a good time to talk? Or am I interrupting something?
Do you mean anything other than a good night's sleep?
No, that's not what I meant. I mean, are you alone?
She must have blushed, and Alex couldn't help but smile. For a woman who had been married and had a child, she was very innocent.
Wait. Let me see... No, there's no one under the sheets.
"Good," she said, looking relieved.
Alex raised an eyebrow, wondering if the relief was because they were free to talk or because he was alone in bed. Before he could ask, she continued talking as if it weren't six in the morning:
I wanted to catch you before you left for work. Do you remember what day it is?
Lindsey... Why are you asking me that at this hour?
Alex...
All right, all right... let's see. Well, it's Friday. The third week of November. Thanksgiving is less than a week away. And, wait, there's something else... Oh, yeah, it's my godson's birthday.
"You remember," she said, unable to hide the pleasure it gave her.
xx
How could I forget? Jamie's been reminding me every time I've seen him for the past two months.
James Daniel Richards was the spitting image of his father. A giant with an angel's smile. He had won over everyone, especially Alex.
"Which brings me to the reason I called you," she said uncomfortably. "Alex, I don't want you to feel obligated to come tonight."
Lindsey...
But she didn't let him finish.
The woman of his dreams was tall, slim, and dark-haired. She was giving him
her back facing the ocean, giving him a magnificent view of her curves inside a sexy red dress. A light breeze softened the atmosphere, making the fabric cling to her body.
Then a bell rang and the image of the woman vanished.
Alex groaned, trying to hold on to that sleep. He pressed the snooze button, and once again the room fell silent.
The brunette reappeared in his dream and... then the doorbell rang again.
He realized that it wasn't the alarm clock, but the phone, that was ringing.
He managed to open his eyes and saw that it was six in the morning. Who could be calling him at that hour? Another ring.
He grunted and picked up.
"Hello," he murmured as he fell back asleep.
Alex?
The woman of his dreams had a voice, and a very beautiful one.
"Alex?" the voice said impatiently. "Are you there?"
The woman of his dreams had a face. A perfectly oval face, with aristocratic features. Her eyes were caramel-colored, with a slight hint of sadness. Her mouth was like a strawberry...
Alex, wake up!
Surprised, Alex sat up in bed.
He told himself it was just a dream. A dream he had far too often. Something he denied when he was awake, but his subconscious seemed to refuse to forget.
The woman of his dreams was Lindsey Richards, his best friend's wife.
xx
Lindsey?
"I was just about to hang up, Alex," she said.
Don't do it, Lindsey. You know I'm always here for you. Anytime you need me.
I know, Alex. You've been... very good to me. More than I deserve.
Don't start that again.
They'd had that argument before. Quite often over the past two years, since Danny's accident.
"I've told you before," he added. "We're friends. And friends look out for each other."
I know, Alex, but... God, what am I thinking?
I forgot to ask you. Is this a good time to talk? Or am I interrupting something?
Do you mean anything other than a good night's sleep?
No, that's not what I meant. I mean, are you alone?
She must have blushed, and Alex couldn't help but smile. For a woman who had been married and had a child, she was very innocent.
Wait. Let me see... No, there's no one under the sheets.
"Good," she said, looking relieved.
Alex raised an eyebrow, wondering if the relief was because they were free to talk or because he was alone in bed. Before he could ask, she continued talking as if it weren't six in the morning:
I wanted to catch you before you left for work. Do you remember what day it is?
Lindsey... Why are you asking me that at this hour?
Alex...
All right, all right... let's see. Well, it's Friday. The third week of November. Thanksgiving is less than a week away. And, wait, there's something else... Oh, yeah, it's my godson's birthday.
"You remember," she said, unable to hide the pleasure it gave her.
xx
How could I forget? Jamie's been reminding me every time I've seen him for the past two months.
James Daniel Richards was the spitting image of his father. A giant with an angel's smile. He had won over everyone, especially Alex.
"Which brings me to the reason I called you," she said uncomfortably. "Alex, I don't want you to feel obligated to come tonight."
Lindsey...
But she didn't let him finish.
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