the altar—she could not face that ironic shame twice.
From that day forward she made a pact with herself. Her heart was now officially under lockdown from future perpetrators to protect it from any further harm that was done. Of course, her grandparents hoped they would live to see her get married and even have a child one day. So she really didn’t have the heart to squash their dream—not now in their golden years.
As much as she loved the Big Apple, she just had to take a bite out of another city and taste a new freedom. Far away as possible. So when a fabulous career opportunity came up in Toronto, she scooped it up faster than a tub of delicious ice-cream.
Well, she got the job up north and moved to Toronto to escape any reminders of her past and better herself—or was that to find herself? Here in Toronto, no one knew her as Baby X, the abandoned Christmas baby. Still she tried not to feel bitter about it. Maybe her real folks were desperate and on the run for their life…or maybe they were just crazy.
Then she met Gregory—a smooth talker who turned out to be a real fraud. Of course when he popped the question—the first time anyone asked her to walk down the aisle, she couldn’t wait to spread the good news. Of course, he didn’t walk down the aisle—he walked off the aisle! And the diamond ring! Whoa—what a beautiful ring he gave her—until the cops told her it was stolen!
She also found out that he was an illegal immigrant and wanted a fast way to stay in the country—he assumed she was a Canadian citizen. Well, he got it, alright. He had been in trouble with the law and they caught up with him. His name wasn’t even Greg. Boy, she really knew how to pick ‘em!
A knock on the door derailed her train of thought. She quickly hurried over to answer the door with her cordless in her hand pinned to her ear—she’d even forgotten that she wasn’t properly dressed. She had on a t-shirt that barely reached her thigh and fuzzy slippers on. But it was too late, her mind was all over the place with her surprise phone call and she’d answered the door anyway.
When she opened it, her jaw fell open, she almost melted.
“Hey, Jody, seems like the mail deliverer got us mixed up again.” The deep silky voice and gorgeous muscled figure of her neighbour, Jake, stood at the door with some envelopes in his hand.
“Oh, um…thank you,” she said, squeezing the phone to her ear and her shoulder blade.
Jake Anderson was standing there, all firm and irresistible. He looked as if he just came from the gym in the condo complex and happened to by the mailbox on his way up. No matter how many times she saw him whether in the elevator or coming out of his apartment, butterflies caught in her tummy and her lips always spewed silly tongue-tied words instead of coherent sentences. Why did he have this affect on her? Still, thanks to Greg the Grinch, she was off men for now but no harm in admiring a man’s physique. Especially the one gracing her vision right now. He was sinfully sexy, tall, dark and….dear she think it…charming. Right now beads of glistening sweat moistened his hard abs. His sculptured body made her dissolve like warm butter in a pan.
There was something deliciously sexy about his soulful, penetrating eyes. He was a beautiful man. No doubt about that. He had on gym attire with a white vest with track pants and a towel slung over his shoulder. Gosh, a nice round nipple peeked through the vest of his muscular chest.
God, he was delicious.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Focus, Jody. Focus. You’re on a diet from men now, remember?
He handed her the envelopes in his hand in which the mail deliverer delivered to the wrong mailbox. The mail had gotten mixed up… again. But for Jody, the mail wasn’t the only thing in her life that was getting mixed up! She mouthed “thank you” to Jake as she
From that day forward she made a pact with herself. Her heart was now officially under lockdown from future perpetrators to protect it from any further harm that was done. Of course, her grandparents hoped they would live to see her get married and even have a child one day. So she really didn’t have the heart to squash their dream—not now in their golden years.
As much as she loved the Big Apple, she just had to take a bite out of another city and taste a new freedom. Far away as possible. So when a fabulous career opportunity came up in Toronto, she scooped it up faster than a tub of delicious ice-cream.
Well, she got the job up north and moved to Toronto to escape any reminders of her past and better herself—or was that to find herself? Here in Toronto, no one knew her as Baby X, the abandoned Christmas baby. Still she tried not to feel bitter about it. Maybe her real folks were desperate and on the run for their life…or maybe they were just crazy.
Then she met Gregory—a smooth talker who turned out to be a real fraud. Of course when he popped the question—the first time anyone asked her to walk down the aisle, she couldn’t wait to spread the good news. Of course, he didn’t walk down the aisle—he walked off the aisle! And the diamond ring! Whoa—what a beautiful ring he gave her—until the cops told her it was stolen!
She also found out that he was an illegal immigrant and wanted a fast way to stay in the country—he assumed she was a Canadian citizen. Well, he got it, alright. He had been in trouble with the law and they caught up with him. His name wasn’t even Greg. Boy, she really knew how to pick ‘em!
A knock on the door derailed her train of thought. She quickly hurried over to answer the door with her cordless in her hand pinned to her ear—she’d even forgotten that she wasn’t properly dressed. She had on a t-shirt that barely reached her thigh and fuzzy slippers on. But it was too late, her mind was all over the place with her surprise phone call and she’d answered the door anyway.
When she opened it, her jaw fell open, she almost melted.
“Hey, Jody, seems like the mail deliverer got us mixed up again.” The deep silky voice and gorgeous muscled figure of her neighbour, Jake, stood at the door with some envelopes in his hand.
“Oh, um…thank you,” she said, squeezing the phone to her ear and her shoulder blade.
Jake Anderson was standing there, all firm and irresistible. He looked as if he just came from the gym in the condo complex and happened to by the mailbox on his way up. No matter how many times she saw him whether in the elevator or coming out of his apartment, butterflies caught in her tummy and her lips always spewed silly tongue-tied words instead of coherent sentences. Why did he have this affect on her? Still, thanks to Greg the Grinch, she was off men for now but no harm in admiring a man’s physique. Especially the one gracing her vision right now. He was sinfully sexy, tall, dark and….dear she think it…charming. Right now beads of glistening sweat moistened his hard abs. His sculptured body made her dissolve like warm butter in a pan.
There was something deliciously sexy about his soulful, penetrating eyes. He was a beautiful man. No doubt about that. He had on gym attire with a white vest with track pants and a towel slung over his shoulder. Gosh, a nice round nipple peeked through the vest of his muscular chest.
God, he was delicious.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Focus, Jody. Focus. You’re on a diet from men now, remember?
He handed her the envelopes in his hand in which the mail deliverer delivered to the wrong mailbox. The mail had gotten mixed up… again. But for Jody, the mail wasn’t the only thing in her life that was getting mixed up! She mouthed “thank you” to Jake as she
Similar Books
