Peeking through the curtain, she spied on the hunk in the second row. He leaned over and kissed the crowns of his daughters’ heads from behind them. Charlotte smiled, a huge, soft spot in her heart for twin girls and loving fathers. She sighed. Why are all the good men taken?
Her breath caught as his smile dazzled in reaction to something one of the girls said to him. Certainly his size alone would draw attention. Close-cropped reddish hair, her favorite shade of blue eyes, like his kids’, and muscles in that thin T-shirt that teased a woman to knead them with her hands. She had had a hard time concentrating on stage during the first set. Her eyes had sought his involuntarily again and again. And damn if he wasn’t sending her appreciative vibes. Must be this crazy heat in April. She extended her lower jaw and blew air up over her face.
Frankenstein called for his bride. Charlotte counted to ten and then ran out from behind the curtain. The crowd jumped to their feet and cheered. Wow, this is what it must feel like to be a rock star. Emi, I think I’m jealous of you. Maybe I should switch careers and we can do a sister act.
Her ego stroked, she enjoyed every minute of the performance. Mummy led the cast off stage into the audience.
“Pick us. Please pick us!” The hunk’s kids yelled.
Well, of course I will. Her hips gyrating, she sashayed in his direction, her eyes locked on his heavenly blues.
“Here she comes. She is going to pick us this time.”
She averted his eyes and focused on his cute kids. “Hi, girls. Would you like to come up on stage with me?”
“Is it OK, Uncle Pat? Can we please?”
“Sure it is. Go ahead.”
Saints be praised. No wedding band on the man’s hand, either. “Would Uncle Pat like to come up on stage, too?”
“Thanks but no. I’m good.”
“Well I bet you are.”
He grinned and boyish dimples creased his fair-skinned cheeks. Her purposely suggestive laugh made him blush. The girls wiggled like puppies following her up the stairs.
Want more? Read the Prologue and Chapter 1 here