Free A Heart Not Easily Broken (The Butterfly Memoirs) by M. J. Kane Page B

shake the nervous feeling in my stomach. I hadn’t felt like this the night we went out. But today was different. It wasn’t coercion that brought her here. She wanted to see me.
    I surveyed the crowd. Groups walked by on their way inside the park for a day of fun.
    And then, there she was.
    How did she do it? Never had I seen a woman manage to be so beautiful, so sexy, and fun at the same time.
    A deep purple shirt stopped at her midriff, drawing my eyes to the sexy flat plane of her caramel skin. Black fitted shorts hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh like a second skin. Long, shapely legs ended in sandals with strings wrapping up her sexy calves. She wore her auburn hair away from her neck and face leaving her throat visible. I could imagine my mouth there, kissing her, whispering in her ear as my hands ran around the smooth expanse of her exposed flesh. My fingers ached, longing to slide along her narrow waist.
    And then our eyes met. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as luscious lips pulled up in a sexy smile.
    God, I wanted to kiss her.
    “You look good,” I blurted, the moment she got close enough to hear.
    “Thanks.” She tucked her hands into the pockets of her shorts. “So do you.”
    I looked down at my khaki cargo pants and blue t-shirt, my favorite pair of Converse on my feet. “I try.” I nodded toward the entrance. “Ready for some fun?”
    We headed into the park, taking in the sights, in no hurry to decide what to ride first. The lines were long which allowed plenty of time to chat about our jobs, likes and dislikes.
    Several hours later we had ridden nearly every ride in the park. It was time to take a break. We found a stand selling funnel cakes. Our snack in hand, we searched out a spot on the boardwalk to enjoy the sweet treat.
    “Oh, man, I can’t remember the last time I ate one of these.” She licked the powdered sugar off her fingertips. “I take that back, it was my senior year in high school. My sister took me and my twin to the fair to celebrate our birthday.”
    “You have a twin?”
    Ebony nodded. “Yes, my brother, Trevon. He lives in Atlanta and co-manages an Applebee’s. My sister, Lashana and her husband, live in Charlotte along with their daughter and my parents.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of her family. “My niece, Mia, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Do you and your brother look alike?”
    “Oh, God, no.” A mischievous expression lit her eyes. “I always tell people he’s my younger brother.”
    I laughed. “Your younger brother? I thought you were twins.”
    “We are, except I’m the oldest. I was born five minutes before him, so we call him the baby.” She laughed. “It pisses him off all the time.”
    “Are you close to your family?” I bit my cake, savoring the powdered sugar and melted chocolate chips. I’d given up using my fork and went straight at it with my fingers.
    Ebony giggled. “You’ve got sugar on your nose. I’ll get it.”
    My hands were full holding the plate and the funnel cake.
    I focused on her tantalizing lips as she leaned closer, concentrating on the cleanup. As great as the funnel cake smelled with its various toppings, nothing compared to her exotic perfume. She wore the same fragrance as the night we danced. It was sensual and sexy, yet sweet at the same time. It reminded me of caramel and cream. I wondered if her skin would taste the same way.
    “Thanks,” I said when she pulled back.
    “You’re welcome.”
    Our eyes held before she cleared her throat and looked away.
    “My family is pretty tight. Trevon and I are close, but not just because we’re twins. It’s because,” She giggled. “I’m a tomboy at heart. Dressing up used to be a pain as much as playing with dolls. My sister did all the girly stuff. I used to run away from her to play with Tre and his friends.”
    “You were a tomboy?” I licked chocolate off my fingers. It was hard to imagine her running away from the dress she’d worn