Stubborn to a fault, he bounded in the direction of the motel. I was strong, but Bruno was stronger. My legs tripped behind him at an alarmingly fast rate. Without warning, he plopped down on his hind legs and I caught myself before my face ate the cement. He looked at me, innocently.
“Crazy mutt,” I muttered.
An indescribable pull tugged my gaze upwards and met a pair of opal colored eyes that belonged to a woman I thought was gone forever. I blinked rapidly, convinced she was a vision manifested by pure desire.
A white gauzy nightgown swirled around her legs. The streetlight shone through the delicate fabric, outlining the curves of her figure.
“Hi,” she said.
Her voice sent a shock wave straight to my chest. “You’re real.”
“As far as I know.”
"And you're here in the flesh."
“I’m not married.”
“I saw a man with you in New York, I thought ….”
“Stephan – my ex-wedding planner needed me to sign a few things that morning.” In a bitter tone, she added. “You should have come in and introduced yourself. You’re exactly his type.”
My head dropped into my hands as the taste of regret coated my tongue. “I’m sorry. I thought he was Marco.”
“Based off what? They look nothing alike. You saw what you wanted to see – an out.”
“No! God no, all I want is to be with you.”
Closing the gap, the smell of her shampoo wafted under my nose. I ached to hold her in my arms and drown in her sweet kisess, but first I had to prove I was a fucking idiot who deserved a second chance. Bruno, unable to be ignored for long, asserted himself and licked Melody’s hand.
She smiled at him. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Bruno.”
Realization flashed across her features and she gasped. “You got him back?”
“I did and my divorce papers are finally signed, sealed and delivered.”
“Congrats.” She looked behind her and I could tell she was about to make her exit. Over my dead body.
Melody shivered from the chill of early dawn. I draped my jacket over her shoulders and finally leaped over the cliff, eye’s open, heart exposed. “From the moment we met, my draw to you was instantaneous and after almost eight months of living in a shadow of misery, the rain clouds parted. Your passion for adventure reinvigorated my need to create – to hold a pen and bleed words onto paper. To beat on the drums as if they were on fire. You are my muse, Melody Carmichael, and my world without you is a sad hopeless place.” My hands cupped her rosy pink cheeks, which felt like velvet under my fingertips. “Please forgive me.”
“How can we be together when you don’t trust me?”
“I do trust you with every last fiber of my being. It was fear that drove me away.”
“Of what?”
“Of a million tiny things that added up to nothing because in the end, my heart, mind, body and soul belong to you. Nothing could keep me away from you.”
Tilting her chin upward, our breaths mingled. Mirth shined in her eyes as she said, “Does this mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend?”
She squealed as I hauled her against my chest. “Hell yea it does.”
With a fiery kiss, the sun rose and ushered in a new chapter I couldn’t wait to begin.
First and foremost, I want to thank my readers. You guys are the bread to my butter and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I promise I won’t make you wait another year for the next Love of a Rockstar novel.
To everyone who has taken the time to read and review Melody of Truth. Your support is everything to me.
And lastly, my family who understands my crazy like no one else.
NICOLE SIMONE WORKS in digital media by day and at night, pens character driven romances that will make your mama blush. She loves hearing from readers and can be reached at [email protected]. Or you can find her on Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads.
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