Sweet Heart by Linda Lingle

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Heartbroken and resentful, Lee has a difficult time adjusting to his life without Deirdre and struggles to settle in to his new surroundings. Knowing he made the only decision a father could make does little to lessen Lee’s profound sense of loss.

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Senior (55+)


North American (General)


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September 25th, 2016. You often asked how I felt when we first met and never tired of hearing the story. So I guess I should start with that. Did I feel the same rush of adrenaline? The same spark of electricity? And what was it about you that attracted me? I remember the moment clearly you were wearing a short sleeved black dress that fell just to your knees and black hose and black high heels. The combination of which was incredibly sexy had I known then that your nylons were not attached to a practical pair of panties but were held close to your thighs with embroidered lace. It would have brought me to my knees, a string of small pearls and matching earrings soften the look like a contradiction. Your auburn hair was tied up in a loose bon at the crown of your head and wisp of it fell to the side framing your face. I wondered how long it would be if I released it and I wanted to do that right then and there. So did I want you in that instant in the same way you've said you wanted me? Oh Yeah. I could feel the heat surge into that part of my body that would belong to you. And I thought to myself, this is going to be trouble my boy and you'd better steer clear. But it was already too late. I was a goner. All I wanted to do was run my hands along your thighs and explore all there was to discover under that black dress. But I knew that I wouldn't, for one thing, we would be working together and for another, I was married. And so were you according to the ring on your finger? And although my marriage was in shambles, I figured yours must be intact. How could it not be? Surely the lucky guy who possessed? You must have been keeping you happy. But your smile was so warm and engaging that I imagined it was an invitation and I found myself hoping that it was. I knew it was crazy and probably nothing more than wishful thinking on the part of a man who had long been denied the pleasures he expects to receive on a more or less regular basis when he marries. But I saw something in your eyes that promised the kind of completion and fulfillment that men fantasize about from the time they achieve reason. And I was drawn to that like a be a nectar like a moth to a flame. Even after all these years, it still amazes me that we came together so quickly and I credit you for that. It was your hand that lingered in mind when we first shook at our introduction, your fingers that brushed against my palm like a feather as you handed me orientation materials, your knee, that gray's mine as you situated in the chair next to me at that first morning conference and then hovered so close that I could hardly breathe or anticipating another contact. You seem fearless to me like Amelia Earhart and Scarlett o'hara. And even though I didn't know what to make of you, I was intrigued and wanted more than anything to make some moves of my own, even though I was out of practice and I was sure out of my league, I sought you out for perspective on my new accounts and leaned in so close to pu your computer screen that our cheeks nearly touched as you showed me how to access their files. I breathe in the aroma of your hair. Pinewoods and wild flowers from the clay herbal essence you used and the scent of citrus and vanilla from the emerod cologne. You dabbed behind your ears. By the third day, I had worked up enough courage to let my leg slide against yours under that long walnut table and stay put for the length of the morning conference that you did not protest or shift away was unbelievable to me. And I wondered if I should press my luck, even though I knew that I didn't have the steal for it. The first weekend away from you was excruciating. I missed the lilt of your voice and the music of your laugh and the smell of you that delighted and overwhelmed my senses. I passed the hours replaying our first days together in a continuous loop, examining every second of our time together and trying to make sense of it. Nothing like you had ever happened to me before. And I was afraid, afraid that the long years of living in an emotional and sexual desert had clouded my judgment, afraid that I would overreach and end up disgraced and jobless and afraid that even if you welcome my advances at the moment of truth, I would not measure up to your expectations. But the mere thought of intimacy with you sent shock waves through my body that were so startling and strong that they eclipsed my fears and set me on a course that would change my life forever. When I sat down next to you for Monday's meeting, I could feel that the energy between us was charged with sexual tension and I knew that I would not make it through the day if I was not able to hold you and cares you and experience the feel of your lips on mine. But even though I desperately wanted to be the re to your scarlet, I feared I was more like walter mitty, living a fantasy and I just could not bring myself to take the next step, defeated and disappointed in myself. I left the office as soon as the meeting adjourned to take a walk and clear my head. That was when I discovered Florentino.