After a four year absence, Marc comes home to Atlanta to attend a family celebration in one of his brother’s honor. He’s not thrilled about seeing his father, but he has promised his mother that he won’t throw off the family balance by being the only one of their six sons absent. All Marc wants to do is make an appearance at the event and spend a little time with his brothers. Little does he know that this is the night he will meet the woman who will forever change his life.
Marc Stafford had appeared at her table at the hotel like an apparition. A striking, designer-clad, green-eyed apparition sent to remind her of what her life could be like once again. Her sex drive had all but disappeared during the chemotherapy treatments, but it had been months since her last infusion. Marc had flicked on the switch powering her dormant desire, and it felt wonderful. He was unquestionably attracted to her, which was a tremendous boost to her ego. For too long she’d looked and felt like something the cat dragged in, but when Marc looked at her with such heat in his devastating eyes, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. What harm could a little flirting do? Gianne didn’t want more than that anyway. A real relationship was out of the question. Yes, she was in remission right now, but that might change at any time, and the possibility terrified her. Most men wanted to carry on their family name. She couldn’t offer that either. It didn’t matter, because in a couple of days he’d return to Las Vegas, and she’d never see him again.
Gianne hit the Bluetooth button and said, “Call Stefanie.” In a few seconds, her friend’s sleepy voice answered. “Were you asleep already? It’s only ten-fifteen.”
“I was supposed to be watching TV,” she said with a sleepy laugh. “How did it go?”
“Better than I’d expected, and you were right, Stef.”
“The war paint.”
“You met somebody!” Stefanie said, suddenly sounding wide awake. “Who is he? Tell me all about it.”
“Don’t get all excited. He’s only in town for a few days then he’s going back to Las Vegas.”
“So, what’s his name? Details, details!”
“Marc Stafford. He’s a personal trainer.”
“Ooh, so he must be built, and…wait a minute. Isn’t your doctor named Stafford?”
“Yes, ma’am. He’s definitely built, and he’s the fourth son.” She waited for a response.
“You swing for the fences, girl.” Stefanie laughed. “Does he look anything like the brother who did your surgery? I remember him from the hospital. That man was fine.”
“There’s a strong resemblance, but Marc doesn’t look as serious and intense as Dr. Vic. Remember the picture in Dr. Stafford’s office with him and his wife and their sons?
“Yes, where they were on the beach.”
“Uh huh. I met all of them tonight, and Stef, they’re not just good looking, but they’re so nice. Well, most of them, anyway.”
“Hmm, sounds like there’s a story there.”
“You’d better believe it. Those men are a complicated bunch.”
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