Chapter 33


    A brief, haunting look crossed over Spring''s exterior. Her demeanor seemed to reboot right in front of


    him and a look of indifference appeared. He was just about to tell her that she needn''t share but when


    she started to talk, he couldn''t help his interest.


    "My mother used to boast about our Cane River Creole heritage when I was younger; but I''ve only met


    a handful of her side of the family, so I know next to nothing of them. My father''s mother raised me and


    Summer. My paternal side is a potluck of African, French, and maybe Native American heritage."


    Spring tapped the table then raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "Grams moved us away


    soon after Katrina. Her little antique shop didn''t get damaged too much; in fact, The Quarter only had


    minor flooding but she told us we all needed a change. We settled in a small cozy town in Virginia.


    Summer moved here three years ago and I followed," Spring said.


    Her tone, a little lost in the beginning, came off upbeat at the end.


    "That''s interesting. Maybe you may want to look into those family tree genealogy sites. I have a friend


    who speaks highly of the one with the leaf. I can''t recall the actual name right now." Dez pondered as


    he bit into his sandwich.


    "Oh, I don''t know. I think I like it being just our small circle of family, you know."


    Dez liked things small and uplicated too. He also kept his circle small. The smaller the circle the


    less bullshit to maneuver through.


    Spring forked some of her food and lifted the portion to her mouth. Dez watched her lips close over the


    fork as if she were the featured attraction at his favorite cinema. He had to shake himself just to look


    away from the basic, yet erotic, action. The half-mast and rising erection held at bay by his jeans and


    the table was going to be a constant issue.


    After a few minutes of eating, Spring broke the silence. "Dez?"


    Blinking away the troublesome lust he''d been nursing through the quiet, Dez focused on Spring''s eyes.


    (As if doing so is going to lessen my desire.)


    It didn''t. "Hmm?"


    "Are you happy being a famous author?" Her eyeshes fluttered over her eyes several times as she


    met his attention head on. "I just...those people the other night was bombarding you with attention and


    you seemed in your element. But on the night we met, I noticed you sitting in that booth alone. You


    looked...unhappy."


    Dez chewed thest bit of one-half of his sandwich then said, "I wasn''t happy then, Spring. But, I met


    you. And, I love writing." With the admission, Dez felt the truth of his words. A truth he hadn''t felt in


    some time.


    "What do you write?" Spring scooted forward; her fork hovered over her meal. "Where can I buy your


    books?"


    "I dabble in fiction, romance with a bit of action and suspense." He shrugged, then lifted one of his fries.


    "I''d rather you get to know me before you open up one of my books." He had the idea that if Spring


    found she didn''t care for his writing, she may look at him more critically. "Besides, I am more interested


    in you. Imagine my shock and great fortune when I saw you on the cover of such a huge magazine."


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    Spring coughed...or rather choked on her food. She held her hand up to stop Dezmond from getting to


    his feet. It took a few more coughs and a drink for her to settle.


    "Are you alright?" he asked.


    "You saw that, did you?" She cleared a throat a few times.


    "I did," he said, unable to keep the concern from his tone.


    Spring twisted her lips and scrunched her cute nose. "I feel a little exposed. Did you see the entire


    spread?"


    Dez tilted his head to see into her downcast eyes. "Have you forgotten our night together, Spring?"


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    SPRING


    Spring''s head shot up. That night was unforgettable. She hoped it was because of the mystery, the


    abandonment of her inhibitions, and the fact that she hadn''t been with a man in months. Whatever the


    case...that night was branded into her mind and so was the man.


    "Of course not."


    "Then know that I have reyed that night in my mind so many times that I know your body as if it were


    a novel of my creation. One in which I know every curve of every letter in every word. Each scene is


    reyed in such vivid detail that your body will forever be a treasured read for me."


    (Wow... That is...it is...)


    "Is there anything else I can get you folk?"


    (The waitress...thank goodness.)


    Dez kept her hostage with his gaze as he spoke to the waitress. "I have all I want. Spring, would you


    like anything else?"


    "No." The word came out like a breathless whisper. Spring felt the knowing eyes of their waitress move


    from Dez to her then back to Dez.


    "We''ll have our check then, thank you." He wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin he ced in hisp


    earlier in the meal.