Is love so powerful that it truly never dies?
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Logan Richards is doubly blessed. Not only is he a genius but he has a rare gift, he remembers things and not just from this life but all his lifetimes. He lives a life of wealth and luxury and has never lacked any material possession. There has never been an obstacle his intellect couldn’t overcome. But Logan has a problem: every night he dreams of the same woman, a woman he has dreamt of all his life. He knows she is real and he is determined to find her and convince her she belongs with him, forever.
Amber Lewis, a waitress for a five-star restaurant in Dana Point, California, is overworked and stressed. Her sister’s death has left her weary and wondering if there’s something more to life than mere existence. Then, one evening while working she meets Logan Richards, a chivalrous man who feels deeply familiar.
Fate has brought them together, but will their growing love prove strong enough to resist the forces that could pull them apart?
Logan Richards tightly gripped the steering wheel as he slammed on the brake and came to a jolting halt in the middle of the busy street. Chest tight, breath abated, his heart leapt while he frantically tried to organize his thoughts as he watched the woman move down the crowded sidewalk.
Craning his head, Logan followed her closely as she moved in between people—disappearing and reappearing—it would be devastating if he lost track of her amongst the crowd.
Where was she going? Logan thought frantically. His pulse raced wildly as he momentarily lost sight of her. And then, after a few seconds, he released his breath in a ragged sigh of relief as he watched her walk into The Pavilion. “It’s her,” he whispered to himself. “It’s really her.”
He had waited for this moment his entire life.
Logan Richards sat quietly in the five-star restaurant, enjoying the elegant outdoor terrace. The weather was perfect, just as it always was in the beautiful coastal city of Dana Point, California. He looked over his shoulder and stared wistfully into the waning darkness as the cool wind pushed its way across the sea. If he had arrived only an hour earlier, he would have been able to see the sweeping view of the Pacific Ocean, all the way out to Catalina Island. The harbor would have still been humming with sailors, anglers, paddle boarders and tourists. As dusk settled, almost everyone had moved on to other things.
The table, where he sat, was the same as the dozen or more that surrounded him. Crisp, snow-white tablecloths cascaded to the floor, dancing in the salty breeze. If he chose to eat, which he doubted, dinner would be served on fine, gold-rimmed white china. The tableware would be heavy silver and the stemware delicate crystal.
Small copper lights shaped as lanterns dangled overhead. The flicker of candlelight, centered on every table, lit the terrace with a warm glow, creating an intimate ambiance. The large stone fireplace, directly across from him, would add to the cozy atmosphere during the cool winter months.
As Logan sipped the glass of iced lemon water, his eyes moved across the room and fell upon a lovely young server. She was wearing black slacks and a perfectly pressed long-sleeved white button-down shirt—just like the other servers. Her hair was chin-length, jet-black, and the cut was rather sassy. Tiny wisps randomly shooting out in different directions gave her not only a mischievous appearance, but also a very sexy one. When she moved about, gold hoop earrings caught the light. Her figure was slender but flared into perfect curves at her hips. Her frame was of medium build, and he put her at five-feet seven.
Logan leaned back in his chair, relaxing, as he enjoyed the soothing music drifting from speakers that were hidden in the purple flowering vine growing around the veranda. Their sweet aroma clung to the cool evening air. Casually, his eyes followed the enchanting woman before him.
Logan’s gaze moved with her, never leaving her, as she worked the floor. She moved with ease and confidence, and she did her job well, he noted. She was cleverly efficient as she bounced between four different tables with a total of eighteen patrons. She never missed a beat as she went down the lengthy list of wines, the specials of the day, and the ordering and serving of the food.
Others at the restaurant told him that her trademark with the customers was her smile, and he could see why. It was wide and inviting, and she was generous with it. It didn’t hurt, either, that her lips were full and perfectly shaped.
Logan, however, found her natural allure more appealing than her renowned grin. She drew you in with so much more. Her vibrant blue eyes, with unusually dark rims and thick lashes, reflected kindness and deep emotion. Her incredible laugh, which caused her eyes to crease at the corners, instantly brought you pleasure. Her warm, casual disposition made you feel appreciated and accepted. She was magnetic in the most earnest way. It wasn’t one thing that was the root of her incredible allure, he decided, but a mix of many. He eagerly waited for the moment when he’d personally get to experience it all.