“Never any question about it. He’s the best at what he does,” I reminded him.
Dave studied the photograph for a moment and then said with a rather amazed tone of voice, “You know, I do kinda look like him, don’t I?”
“Do ya think?” I said and laughed as I rolled my eyes and turned in my chair to face him. I closed my computer and rose, brushing my fingertips along Dave’s jaw and then I reached to take him by the hand. “Come with me, husband.”
“Hey, what about your fresh cup of coffee?” he questioned.
“I’ll reheat it.”
I clasped his hand in mine and led him through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom, entering with him in tow.
“I’m ovulating and we are supposed to be taking advantage, remember?”
He chuckled as he stripped his sweater off over his head and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“My work is never done,” he grumbled but looked ever so pleased about performing this husbandly duty.
I gave him a soft kiss. “For luck,” I said. “Now, let’s make us a baby.”
Book #2 Into the Future Excerpt
Dave
As I waited for Torie to join me for our entrance into the reception, I leaned against the window frame and took a sip of my beer, looking down a few floors below to the bustle of the evening traffic of taxis and tourists along the Las Vegas strip. It was a constant stream of movement and color, until the scene was dwarfed by the beginning of another choreographed show from the fountains, which demanded everyone’s attention. All along the sidewalk before the reflecting pool, the crowds stopped to take in the spectacle. Even without the music to enhance the experience, just watching from above as the geysers blasted into the air with complicated precision was an amazing sight to see.
I turned at the sound of commotion coming from down the hallway and saw pouring out of the women’s lounge, a steady stream of my family. Two teenaged daughters of my oldest brother Mike stopped to glance out of the window beside me and squealed with excitement at the fountain show, before joining two of my brother Adam’s little girls in giving me a group hug. I lifted my beer up out of the way before it became a casualty of their enthusiasm.
“Uncle Dave, you’re the best uncle ever!” eight-year-old Tanner informed me. I think that I had earned this title for yesterday when I had spent a good part of the afternoon being a human catapult for all of the kids in the pool. Talk about a work out. My brother Mike and I’d had kids flying everywhere!
“Love you, Uncle Dave,” Amy, a bubbly fifteen-year-old gushed and grabbed her younger cousin Tiffany’s hand as they all rushed off to share the fountain news with anyone in the ballroom who might be interested.
“Amy! Tanner! Tiffany! There will be plenty of time for that later. It’s time for dinner,” my mom, looking totally frazzled, called after them and then looking at me, gave a helpless shake of her head.
“Torie will be right out,” she assured me. “You look very handsome, honey.”
She reached up to give me a quick kiss and a squeeze of my forearm before ordering “Ella, Sophia—let’s go girls,” as she and Torie’s stepmother Sandy shooed the rest of my nieces in the direction of the ballroom.
“Hey, handsome,” Mindy said with a flirty wink as she and Torie’s sisters passed by. “She’ll be right out.”
“Remember, the two of you need to come in the farthest doors, closest to the stage,” a stressed out Margo ordered and gestured, pointing down the hall as she breezed on by.
Sarah rolled her eyes and then mouthed silently “Sorry.” to me as she hooked arms with Margo.
“I think they’ve got it, sis,” she said with a shake of her head. “Margo, you are going to have a heart attack if you don’t chill.”
I held my drink out toward Sarah, indicating my half full glass. “Would you, please?”
She took it from my hand as Margo gestured again.
“The furthest doors, Dave, don’t forget,” she repeated as Sarah hustled her toward the open ballroom door.
“Got it, Margo,” I nodded, giving her a thumb’s up. “We’ll be right in.”
The hallway became quiet again as the ballroom doors were closed, muffling the music which had been piped in for pre-dinner dancing and then the women’s lounge door opened once more.
I gazed down the corridor to see an auburn-haired vision in long-sleeved sparkling silk, with a neckline that plunged down to show just enough of the swell of her perfect breasts and a thigh-high hem, short enough to showcase silky-smooth legs, as she strutted languidly in my direction.
I stood in absolute awe of her. I would never tire of watching her heading in my direction with a grace and fluidity that screamed woman approaching. Without even trying—she buckled my knees. It has been almost two months of marriage, and the surge of heat and the rush of my pulse quickening at the mere sight of her only becomes stronger with each passing day.
Works by Dana Roquet
The Heritage Time Travel Romance series
Out of the Past, book #1
Into the Future, book #2
Forevermore, book #3
Coming 2017
Enduring Gift, book #4 of the Heritage Time Travel Romance series
Heritage Time Travel Romance series
PG-13 All Iowa Edition
Out of the Past, book #1
Into the Future, book #2
Forevermore, book #3
Coming 2017
Enduring Gift, book #4 of the Heritage Time Travel Romance series
PG-13 All Iowa Edition
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