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The First Move

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by Jennifer Lohmann




  An unlikely encounter...but he’ll take it!

  It seems like fate…or something! When Miles Brislenn spies the girl he had a crush on in high school—at his ex-wife’s wedding, no less—he can’t let the opportunity pass. He might not have had the courage to talk to Renia Milek back then, but he definitely does now. And that’s not the only thing that’s changed. Gone is the rebel Renia used to be. In her place is a beautiful woman who’s reserved, cautious…and holding on to secrets.

  For Miles, this second chance with Renia is too important to let her past stand in their way. He’ll do whatever is necessary to help her accept her choices and move on—even if that means a salsa lesson or two! Because now that he’s made the first move, he wants the second to be hers.

  “Let’s dance.”

  Miles slid out of the booth and came around the table to stand before Renia, holding out his hand for her to take.

  Tonight, she would be Cinderella. She’d put on the pretty dress and let a handsome man look at her with heat in his eyes. She’d not close herself off, or try to hide from him. She would simply dance.

  Renia put her hand in his. “There’s just one problem.”

  “What?” He gave a tug, pulling her out of her seat and flat against him.

  Tonight was her fairy tale, where people didn’t leave, where words like relinquish didn’t exist. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his chest against hers. Desire consumed her. This night could only last until he dropped her off at her apartment. It could go no further.

  When she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her, amused.

  “I don’t know how to dance,” she confessed.

  Dear Reader,

  While writing Reservations for Two (February 2013, Harlequin Superromance), I knew the sister, Renia Milek, had a secret from high school and that her secret was big enough to have bound up her emotions since then. It was only a matter of time before the daughter Renia gave up for adoption called her on the phone and the secret was revealed.

  While society’s stigma has faded some, relinquishing a child is still not an easy choice. The book Birthmothers: Women Who Have Relinquished Babies for Adoption Tell Their Stories by Mary Jones was a heartbreaking read. The mothers’ feelings about their choices vary greatly, but none of them were able to forget about their relinquished child. Renia would have had more options—open adoption wasn’t possible for many of the women in the Jones book—but the emotions carry over.

  The experience of reunion for the women in the Jones book also varied. Some women embraced a child they immediately recognized as theirs, while other reunions ended in tragedy and despair. The First Move is a romance novel, so I’ve given Renia and her daughter a happy ending, while keeping the strangeness of meeting the child you carried for nine months for the first time as an adult.

  Enjoy!

  Jennifer Lohmann

  The First Move

  Jennifer Lohmann

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jennifer Lohmann is a Rocky Mountain girl at heart, having grown up in southern Idaho and Salt Lake City. After graduating with a degree in economics from the University of Chicago, she moved to Shanghai to teach English. Back in the United States, she earned a master’s in library science and now works as a public librarian. She was the Romance Writers of America librarian of the year in 2010. She lives in the Southeast with a dog, three chickens, four cats and a husband who gamely eats everything she cooks. Despite taking lessons, she and her husband have never learned to salsa dance.

  Books by Jennifer Lohmann

  HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE

  1834—RESERVATIONS FOR TWO

  To my father and stepmother.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Excerpt

  CHAPTER ONE

  REY NEEDED TO sit down.

  No one else knew it, but Miles could tell.

  He’d been watching Rey—Renia—since before the ceremony. Cathy, already in her gown with makeup and hair done, had dragged him over to get their photo taken. He’d protested the entire walk down the church hallway, feeling more like Cathy’s recalcitrant child than her ex-husband, as she pulled him along by his arm. His smug feeling at having convinced Cathy she couldn’t go into the sanctuary to get the photographer vanished the instant Rey turned around and he looked into those large brown eyes.

  He’d dreamed about those haunting, sad eyes all through high school.

  Vows said and bubbles blown, Rey was still smiling at every wedding guest who came up to her and asked for a photo, putting her hand on their backs and nodding. She would guide them to the beautiful stained glass window or the dark wood of the pews, patiently pose them and snap the photo. By the time the camera clicked on one posed group, another set of wedding guests would be waiting to have their picture taken, then another.

  The ceremony was over and guests had an hour to kill until the reception officially started. People were starting to get twitchy, so Cathy had taken it upon herself to offer up Rey’s talent to them and Rey, with a cool smile that didn’t quite make it to her eyes, was playing along.

  Did she know he was watching her? Probably not. Rey hadn’t noticed him when she’d seen him every day for a year and a half and she hadn’t recognized him when he’d stood in front of her lens with his ex-wife. He’d either changed so much since high school that he was completely unrecognizable, or Rey’s glances at him in English class had never been long enough for her to create a memorable mental image of him.

  Miles shook his head at his ego. She’d looked through him in high school and was looking through him now. If he hadn’t learned how to stand up straight when uncomfortable under the stare of the toughest drill sergeant ever to run basic training, he’d have ducked his head like an embarrassed boy and stammered his way through the photo session.

  Every grown man dreams of collapsing into an awkward heap in front of both his high school crush and his ex-wife. Cathy had given him a bump on the hip when they were having their picture taken—she’d known him long enough to know something was up.r />
  Maybe he should have spent the ceremony watching his ex-wife marry the man of her dreams or admiring his daughter standing in her maid-of-honor dress with her head held high and back straight. The ceremony was touching. Every guest, even his mother, was crying. She loved Cathy.

  But, instead of watching the wedding, he’d concentrated on Rey in her light gray pantsuit and camera at her face. She managed to take pictures at all the important parts of the ceremony while blending into the background. The guests never seemed to notice her or the camera as it clicked away.

  He was certain the wedding photographer was the Rey he’d loved from afar so many years ago. Unrequited teen love had meant her face was etched into his brain and nothing—not even twelve years of marriage—had been able to erase the image. But time had done more than age her. It had changed her.

  The Rey he remembered from high school had been impossible not to notice. Tight white tank tops had invited every teen boy in Chicago to look, and skirts that barely covered her ass had encouraged them to touch. Only her eyes had hinted there might be a softer, less dangerously sexual teenager under all the makeup. Now, she was an elegant woman with chestnut hair tied in a fat bun and delicate gold hoops hanging from her ears.

  But the sad eyes remained.

  “Miles, are you ready to walk over to the reception?”

  He turned at his mom’s voice to find her standing with Sarah, forcing his attention back to his daughter. At sixteen, she was still playing around with her identity, but every once in a magic while, she would express an opinion so clearly her own that Miles wanted to pull her into his arms and hug her until she remembered she was still his little girl.

  Parenthood still scared the shit out of him, even after sixteen years of practice.

  Sarah stood with her head held higher than a queen in the maid-of-honor dress she’d picked out. Cathy had given Sarah free rein over the dress and never uttered a word of panic when Sarah had shown her pictures of slinky things a sixteen-year-old would confuse for sexy and grown-up. After letting Cathy stew silently in her own terror, Sarah had chosen a knee-length dress that bridged the gap between little girl and woman. It was the deep red of a Bing cherry, with short, fluttering sleeves, and she looked beautiful in it.

  He thanked God every day that Sarah was still a touch too gangly, and her teeth were still a bit too big for her face, for the boys to notice her yet. He wasn’t ready to be the dad with the shotgun greeting his daughter’s dates.

  And he thanked Cathy that Sarah was still wearing clothes that covered most of her body and only her ears were pierced. Sarah was a good girl.

  Where had Rey’s mother been when she was Sarah’s age? Everyone at school knew her father, grandfather and younger brother had died in a horrible car accident. But her mother had still been around and yet she certainly hadn’t kept Rey from wearing midriff-baring tops and piercing her belly button, much less keep her daughter from spending every Friday and Saturday night at some party or club.

  Miles had never seen her do one of her famous stripteases at a party—he’d never been cool enough to be invited—but the naval piercing was no rumor; he’d seen it with his own eyes. The twinkling stud had been the object of many of his teen fantasies.

  Rey had been only a little younger than Sarah was now when he had first seen her, and he’d fallen in love with the belly piercing. God, Rey’d been so young. Now a father of a teenager, Miles wanted nothing more than to go back in time and whack upside the head every boy who’d ever handed her a beer and asked her to take off her shirt. He couldn’t imagine Sarah dressed like a young Rey and he hoped his daughter would never face the same rumors. He shuddered.

  Then one day, Rey had just disappeared. Her mother, sister and older brother had still been around. Her grandmother had still sat at the cash register at the family’s restaurant. But Rey had evaporated. No one knew where she went or, if they did, they weren’t talking.

  “Miles, are you all right?”

  “Sorry, Mom. I’m just caught up in the moment.” He’d never expected to see Rey again, and certainly not at Cathy’s wedding. “We should head to the reception.”

  He kissed his mother on her dry cheek and turned to Sarah. She had Cathy’s large brown eyes. “You look lovely, honey.”

  “Thank you, Dad. You know you’ve told me that several times.” She tried to look sophisticated and mature, but a father knew when his daughter was secretly enjoying compliments.

  “And I’ve meant it every time. I’m your father. I get to tell you you’re beautiful whenever I want.”

  Sarah beamed all the way to the white flowers in her hair, even while she fidgeted with the pearls at her neck. Richard had given her the set of pearls before the wedding. Smart man, Richard. Smart to marry Cathy and smart to give Sarah the pearls. He deserved Cathy. God knew Miles didn’t.

  “Dad, if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late,” Sarah said, her words rushed.

  Miles didn’t respond. They wouldn’t be late. Receptions always started late, but Sarah didn’t know that. He offered his elbows to the two most important women in his life and turned to leave the chapel.

  * * *

  RENIA NEEDED TO sit down.

  Instead of sitting—or doing the job she was being paid for—she was stuck trying to get the bride to stop worrying whether or not she, the wedding photographer, got dinner.

  “Are you sure you don’t need a bite to eat? I’d be happy to get you a plate.”

  “I’m fine.” Luckily, her belly didn’t growl to prove her a liar. “I don’t eat while working.” That’s what PowerBars scarfed down on the walk from the ceremony to the reception were for.

  In hindsight, Renia knew she should have worked harder to get a second shooter for the wedding, but all her favorites had been booked. Live and learn. An exploding bladder was more likely than starvation at this point. Maybe she could follow Cathy to the ladies’ room for an arty photo of the bride reapplying lipstick, then slip into a stall before she missed more good shots.

  “You’ll at least have some cake,” a male voice said. The groom, Richard, came up behind his new wife and took her elbow. When she looked at her new husband, Cathy’s smile was so lovely that somewhere the Grinch’s stone heart was cracking. Renia tried not to make predictions about the couples she worked for, but Cathy and Richard were forever.

  Of course, if Cathy were off being the bride and not trying to feed the photographer, Renia could have gotten that look on camera. At the range she was in now, the lens would capture only a nose and maybe some lip.

  “I’ll make sure the caterers save some cake for me.” She gestured to the food tables and made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go, be a bride. Chat with your guests. Dance. I can’t get good pictures with you standing next to me.”

  “Of course. I’ll let you get back to your job.”

  A couple of times, Renia had wondered if the pretty maid of honor could really be Cathy’s daughter. It was like learning the Virgin Mary had more than one child—a woman so innocent and sweet didn’t have sex. During the reception, Cathy was taking care of her guests, making sure everyone was enjoying their dinner and entertaining bored children. If she wasn’t so nice, Renia would hate her.

  Of course, the world was full of ifs.

  She watched as the new couple wove through the large round tables, arm in arm, leaning into one another and whispering. In a room full of people, Cathy and Richard were secluded in their love for each other. What would
it be like to have someone in your life that you felt so comfortable with? Renia had wondered the same thing while watching her sister, Tilly, and her boyfriend. The emptiness was about to take over when Renia lifted her camera and snapped a picture.

  As she lowered her camera, the skin on her back pricked and she turned to find a man looking at her. The bride’s ex-husband. She’d taken the pair’s picture before the ceremony, surprised that the Ex was at the wedding and seemed to genuinely wish the new couple well. At weddings, there was always something surprising, though not always something so nicely surprising.

  The man smiled at her and raised his champagne glass in a little salute. Renia smiled back and took a photo of him.

  Through the lens, Renia was reminded again that something about him was familiar. He was handsome, but she saw a lot of handsome men at weddings. He had short-cropped brown hair and intense ice-blue eyes that sparkled with his slow smile. She glanced at him again, this time without the camera’s protection. It wasn’t the hair or the gaze that felt familiar; it was the set of his features. The Ex had an angular jaw and heavy eyebrows that kept his face just shy of boyish. That combination of features pulled at some distant memory stored in her brain.

  She shook her head before whoever the Ex reminded her of could intrude. The Ex’s doppelganger probably had the starring role in a moment during her troubled years that she preferred to ignore.

  Before she got sucked into her past and the regret that came with it, she put her camera back up to her face and took more pictures. Photography had helped her forget before.

  She photographed the father of the bride leaning in to kiss the mother of the bride, and one of the flower girls arranging the food on her plate into a smiley face. These were the memories that made a wedding album something couples looked at long after the white dress had yellowed.

  Renia specialized in capturing these moments. Although she took a lot of pictures, she seemed to have a sixth sense about when those special moments were about to occur. She’d feel a tingle in the air that would make her slow down, turn her head and wait for the memory to happen. It was one of the reasons why Aunt Maria had been willing to deal with her for that first, awful year.

 

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