In less than a year, she had divorced, remarried, and been made a widow. She had also gone from being a nurse to owning a bar and restaurant.
She was not good at being alone; she knew this about herself and also knew that another husband would be in her future. But, where to look?
The front door of the bar swung open and a man walked in. He was in his thirties, handsome, with dark hair and blazingly blue eyes.
Rachel pointed at the door.
“I thought I locked that?”
“Apparently not,”
“Who are you?”
The man walked over and offered her his hand.
“My name is Nate Taggart, my grandfather used to own this bar.”
“Oh, so you’re Patrick’s younger brother?”
“That’s right, from my father’s second marriage. Granddad left me the house and the land, but gave Pat the bar. I can’t believe he sold it.”
“He also moved. He’s living in Florida.”
Nate Taggart gazed around.
“The place looks great, much better than I remember,”
Rachel patted her hair in place and offered a smile.
“Tell me Mr. Taggart, are you visiting, or will you be staying?”
“I’m moving back, and call me Nate,”
She smiled at the new man in town.
“And you can call me Rachel,”
At that very moment, in a tropical paradise, Rick and Heather Parker had just finished making love. Parker held his new bride in his arms and sighed.
“I am happier than I have ever been.”
“Me too, so what do you want to do today?”
“The same things we did yesterday and the day before, eat, sleep, and make love,”
Heather giggled. “I hope it doesn’t get too boring for you,”
Parker smiled as he ran a hand along her nakedness.
“Oh, I’m sure it will be murder, pure murder,”
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