Free Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2) by M.D. Saperstein Page A

vest couldn’t help my head when it hit the floor.”
    Vance spends the next fifteen minutes telling Melina everything. Well, almost everything. She doesn’t need to know the details about the rape or murders. He talks at length about his dream, about how in love they were, and how it completely fucked with his head when he woke from the coma.
    “So, now do you understand why I’ve been so hesitant?  It’s taken me months to mourn the loss of you. To come to terms with my own reality,” Vance admits but then clams up.
    Melina hasn’t said a peep since her last interruption.  Did he go too far?  Does she think he is a total head case?  Vance turns toward Melina to find out why she’s been so quiet, fearing the worst. What if she bolts? Only what he sees breaks his heart. Her eyes are screwed closed, tears streaming down her face. 
    Vance drops to his knees between her legs and cups her face gently in his strong calloused hands. “Don’t cry for me, Melina. We found each other again. Do you believe in destiny?”
    Vance’s words grab Melina’s attention. She opens her sad eyes and meets his.
    “I can’t lose you again,” he sniffles, the pain in her eyes clearly getting the best of him.
    Melina smiles then kisses him tenderly on the lips. With the details of his dream still swirling in her mind, she simply says, “You never did.”

    **Dayne**
    Dayne cannot get over how stunning the woman standing in front of him is. He's never seen a more gorgeous woman in his life. Even his ex-wife, who is definitely on the beautiful side, doesn't compare to this woman. She is a tiny little thing, only coming up to his shoulder. She looks muscular and toned, but at the same time, she looks soft and silky, with her small perfect breasts and tight ass. Dayne usually likes a women with a little more curves, but something about Harper calls to him.
    They stand in the kitchen, on either side of the island counter, facing each other. Harper is sipping on the white wine he poured for her while he nurses a beer. She’s leaning on the counter, causing her breasts to push together, which is forming a nice line of cleavage in her low cut shirt. Dayne can barely keep his eyes on her face. Luckily, he’s blocked by the counter; otherwise, she'd been getting an eyeful of wood.
    “So, what has Melina told you about me?” Dayne asks, curious about what Melina would have told another woman about him.
    Harper lifts just her eyes and gives him a coy smile. His cock jerks at how naughty she looks. Dayne likes naughty girls. He likes them crazy and wild. And he likes to be scratched and bitten. She may appear flirty and innocent, but that look she just gave him lets him know that she is anything but.
    “Wouldn't you like to know,” Harper teases, swirling the wine around in the glass.
    “Mmm, gonna be like that, huh? Alright then.” Dayne nods and smirks, then takes a sip of his beer.
    Harper watches him. Dayne feels like his skin is burning everywhere that her eyes touch. Fuck, this woman is dangerous. She is turning him on just by looking at him. No chick has ever made him feel like he could lose control at any moment. He is always in control. Has to be. His ex-wife made sure of it. Stupid bitch ripped his heart out and stomped all over it. He will never be so vulnerable again.
    “You single?” Dayne asks.
    “What's it to ya?” Harper asks, eyebrow raises in question.
    “Listen, I'm not one to beat around the bush so I'm just gonna lay it out there for ya; I'm ready to jump over this counter and get you naked and under me. I'd rather not get into trouble with another dude for coming onto his girl.”
    Harper's eyes flash excitedly. “Is that so? Well, I am single, but I'm not a whore. I don't sleep with guys only minutes after meeting them,” she says.
    Dayne growls in annoyance. “Can you be a whore just this once?”
    Harper laughs, thank God. Dayne knows that he can be crude, and some chicks just don't swallow it