Barcelona With Dad's Best Friend

My business has been my life for the last twenty years. I’m all about work, and I don’t have time for the nuisance of dating. But the moment I see her from behind I find myself stopping in my tracks.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, normally a woman can’t turn my head like this, but I already want to get to know this woman. It seems strange, wanting to meet her when I’ve not even seen her face. But something pulls me towards her.

But the moment I catch her eyes my heart drops into my stomach. Can it be?



I haven’t seen her in so many years. But the eyes are so much like her father’s, the man I knew so well. My best friend when I lived in the States.

But I can see the recognition in her eyes as much as in my own. It’s her. I can’t believe it.

All curves in all the right places. I can’t believe the flare of desire right in my gut that tells me I’m going to make this woman mine. God, I want her. And even though I know immediately that it’s wrong, I can’t deny the way my body responds when it sees her.



This is going to be a challenge. Even if I should resist it, I know I won’t be able to. Best friend’s daughter or not, she’s special. Remarkable.

Every time she smiles I feel my heart slipping a little more out of my chest, going to its new place in hers. I want to touch her, to claim her, to make her mine. I want to take her home and keep her.

I only have a week until she’s gone – and I can already feel myself mentally pushing work away, delaying it, making room for her in my schedule. Because how often does an opportunity like this come up?

The most enchanting, beautiful girl I’ve ever met walked by me on the street, and even if it turns out I know her father. I can’t waste this.

I’m going to make her mine – and then she’ll never want to leave.