An ex-con finds the woman of his future, but neglects to tell her of his past.
After working thirteen years to build their construction company, the men of 3X CONStruction finally reach the top of their game. But someone is out to destroy their hard work.
As Ross and his partners try to discover the culprit, he meets Cherise, a sexy woman, who grabs his attention. He is a man with many secrets, how does he know when is the right time to open the door to his skeletons? Or who is the right person?
He has to make some decisions soon, time is running out. Not remembering how much he’s shared, he has to ask the question, Have I Told You Lately?
Excerpt
“Don’t move, I’ve got you.” The deep voice left no room for argument.
In a smooth motion, her legs left the ground and she was placed on the supple leather of her front seat. A large hand gently touched her brow and heated face.
Instinctively, she moved back, the rough hand followed.
“She’s warm, get the ambulance here now,” he said. Feet scrambled outside the car. In the distance, she heard murmuring.
“I don’t need a doctor. I’ll be all right,” she argued.
Dazed, the realization that he’d picked up her size sixteen body without hesitation penetrated. She pushed his hand away from her face with one hand, while pulling her sweatshirt down with the other. A quick brush against her hair assured her the shoulder-length ponytail kept hair from spiraling all over her head. Satisfied she didn’t look like an asylum escapee, she closed her eyes allowing her thoughts to turn to this new dilemma.
“Sure thing. Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. Large hazel ones probed. He nodded.
“Maybe not a fever, but you’re running warm. Maybe you should let a doctor check you out to be sure.” He paused giving her a quick look over. “What happened just now? Did you hurt your leg in the accident?”
“I’m not sure.” She licked dry lips, checking out his jeans, tee and flannel over-shirt. “You aren’t the police. Who are you?
“Ross Stemple. I work for the company whose truck hit yours. “Red, bring me a bottle of water from the ice chest on the back of my truck,” he called, without turning. His hands encompassed hers.
The mention of water reminded her of the dust from the airbag. Dizziness assailed her as the smell of the dust penetrated. She leaned back into the seat. Even the persistent buzzing noise seemed far away. The sun must’ve ducked behind a cloud, since the day seemed darker. Her head felt heavy and light. A strange feeling enveloped her.
He squeezed her hand.
“Stay with me. Here, drink this. Let’s get you hydrated.” His voice held an odd mixture of compassion and authority. It penetrated the fog in her head. Her tongue searched for moisture.
Ross placed a cold bottle into her warm palms and wrapped her hands around it. A tingling sensation radiated up her arms. He twisted off the cap and held her hands, with the bottle, and drew it to her mouth.
She gasped the moment the cold liquid touch her lips. Her mouth opened wider and she drank greedily, clearing her mind somewhat. After draining the bottle, she opened her eyes and leaned further back.
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