Her abusive husband finally out of her life, Jennie Mayfair returns to her hometown to rekindle old friendships and make a new start. She wants someone safe but sexy to hold her again and make her feel loved, and a surprise invitation from Madame Eve seems to be exactly what she ordered. She never expects her wish list to be filled to such sublime perfection. But memories of innocent passions can’t overcome the hurt caused by rash decisions. Nick Spencer’s business success doesn’t keep him warm at night, and neither did his wife, though she knew how to keep other men warm – in his bed. When he learns his first love, Jennie, is single again, he arranges for a blind date. One night with her convinces him he’s missed too many years of happiness. He doesn’t intend to let her get away from him again. Can Madame Eve use unforgotten feelings to heal wounded hearts and reunite first love in an extraordinary homecoming?
“Hello, Jennie. You look amazing.”
Was she dreaming? Say something. “What are you doing here?” Ugh, not that!
Bemused, he shrugged. “The same thing as you.”
“Unbelievable.” Had Madame Eve divined Jennie’s vision of Nick to conjure him for her? A better—no, make that incredible—version of the boy she’d known.
He slowly scrutinized her. “It’s been a long time.”
Had she changed so much? The way he stared made her self-conscious. “I thought you were married?”
“Divorced last year.” He dropped his gaze, but pierced her again with those intense dark eyes. “I thought you were married?”
“I left him last year. The divorce was final six months ago.” She sounded as if someone had punched the air from her. So much for her brave front.
“So. Is this your first time using Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand?”
“Yes.” And the last. No more blind dates. “What about you?” She could only imagine the women dying to share his bed. Why would he need a matchmaking service?
He flashed a grin. “I thought I’d long ago run out of firsts, but yes.”
How sad. As a teenager, she’d dreamed about sharing all those firsts with him, every new experience a bond between them.
She took it all in: the cheery fire in the stone hearth, the candles lining the mantle and atop the small round table set with a white linen tablecloth–was that champagne?–the immense leather sectional sofa with an ottoman large enough for two people to....
Imagining herself and Nick entangled atop it, a flash flood of heat singed her.
As if sensing her apprehension, he advanced slowly toward her. “I ordered dinner for us.”
“I’ve lost my appetite.” For surprises. She had to admit, though, this ranked in the top two for the last decade.
“Then let’s start with a drink. We have a lot to catch up on.”