Teaser from Falling for Kigali, Book 1 in the upcoming contemporary romance series set in Rwanda
I pulled into Jack’s compound fifteen minutes later. A guard verified my name and then directed me to the back of the house. I found a terrace with plastic chairs, lit with the orangey-pink streaks of the setting sun. Jack slumped in one of the chairs, a bottle of beer on the floor next to him.
Hurrying across the gravel, I said, “I’m so sorry I’m late.”
He looked up and his face was so sad, heartbreakingly sad, just for the moment until my presence registered. Then a relieved smile spread across his face and he stood to meet me.
My stomach did flip-flops at the sight of him, only intensified by the smile and what it had replaced.
I ran into his open arms and he hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. “Are you okay?”
“I didn’t think you were coming,” he said into my hair.
His sad face was because he thought I had stood him up? Wow. No one had ever felt this way about me before. My chest tightened, for a bigger reason than the hug he hadn’t yet lessened. This man liked me. He cared about me. And he wanted to spend time with me.
Maybe it was merely the fantasy world of this environment, but my heart banged in my chest and I felt light-headed with a sudden surge of emotion. Like wasn’t a strong enough word.
He released me and sat back down in his chair, pulling me onto his lap. We snuggled and watched the last rays of sun disappear behind his eucalyptus trees and the roofs of the houses behind his.
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