Mag-log inKristen’s [POV]
“Can I try one?” Noah asked impatiently.“They’re still hot, sweetheart,” I told him. “Just give them five minutes, and they’ll be ready for dunking.”“They look so good.”“They do, don’t they?” I nodded. “These were my favorite snack to make when I was ten.”Noah’s mouth formed a little ‘o’ shape. “You knew how to make cookies when you were ten?”“I sure did,” I nodded.“Your mommy didn’t make them for you?”I hesitated a moment, remembering my lonely childhood. Mom had mostly been working, and whatever free time she did have left over was spent on her friends. Of course, when Ted designed to give herGretchen’s [POV]I had just finished cooking breakfast the next morning when there was a knock on the door. I smiled a little to myself and wiped my hands off on a dishtowel, going to answer the door. The smell of greasy meat and cinnamon filled the air. It was a good scent. One that calmed me and left me feeling like there was no place quite as great as home.I opened the door to find Mina standing outside with a big smile on her pretty face.“Hey girl, get in here,” I said, hugging Mina.“Hey,” Mina said, returning the hug. “Thanks for inviting me over for breakfast. I just have nothing in the house at the moment. Except for pineapple! I always have pineapple, and I’m happy to share. I’ve tried just about every recipe known to man with the fruit.”I laughed. “Yeah, I can imagine that must get old after a while. Come on in. I have to get to work by ten for an appointment, so I don't have a ton of time, but we can at least chat a little.”“I can't believe you have work even on the wee
Christian’s [POV] I would never understand why the other Sunshine Real Estate owners seemed to always schedule meetings on Friday afternoons. Granted, most of them had wives and suburban lifestyles, so it was possible that they just really didn't want to get home to that. It wasn't like we ever really got anything done on Friday afternoons anyway, though. Everyone was always too tired from the rest of the week, and anyway, it wasn't like there were that many people who came to the office to look for houses at the end of the week. I drummed my fingers against the arm of my chair, making sure to hide the movement under the table so that the rest of them did n't see. I knew that George already disliked me and didn't think that I was fit to be a co-owner of the company. There wasn't much that they could do about it unless they wanted to dissolve the entire company and cease to call themselves Sunshine, which would be a pretty stupid move for them given all the work we'd put into bui
Gretchen’s [POV]I took a deep breath of the morning air and let it out slowly. It had rained a little the night before, and the beach looked practically pristine, with all evidence of people washed away. Granted, the beach tended to never look the same from day to day. And I should know. I'd had my shop here on this little stretch of beach for a few years now, and I was out here every morning, before my first client came, with a cup of coffee. I loved having that little routine to start my day, to give me a moment to just breathe in the place and relax.I could never imagine leaving Hawaii. This place had always been home. I smiled a little, thinking of how lucky I was to live in paradise, but I was startled out of my thoughts by someone calling my name.I turned and saw Mina dropping off some trash out back from her pineapple shop next door, and I smiled even wider, hopping off the back porch of my building and going over to meet her.“Morning, Mina,” I greeted and offered her a war
Christian’s [POV] Despite all the talk about this woman who I was supposedly seeing, I didn't even have to try to take her home that night. She would entertain me for the night, or a bit of it, for sure. The way she subtly eye-fucked me before the interview gave me full assurance. I was fucking her within an inch of her life later.I walked off stage with various members of her crew patting me on the back and shouting words of encouragement. I needed a shower, and then I was headed to find her again.Funny enough, I ran into her as I was finally coming out of my long shower. I'd done my best to scrub off the excessive makeup they'd covered me with before the interview, highlights and eyeliner, and all sorts of silly things that combined to make me look better under the harsh lighting of the studio. Finally, I felt human again. Like a man."Oh! I didn't realize you were still here," Kelly said as her eyes went a little wide. The soft smile playing at the side of her lips let me know t
Tasha’s [POV] "I know, it's just that I'm not sure Rainer is ready for such a structure. Can you imagine him going to taste cakes and pick out chair covers?" I asked. The thought made me shudder. It was enough that Rainer had agreed to come live with me in the white house overlooking the three bridges. I didn't want to push for more when we were still trying to figure out how to be happy together. "Now, I've wasted enough time as it is. I need to get these reports finished before I present everything to the board. Please hold my calls," I told Topher. He opened the door to return to his desk and was bowled back by Rainer. "Surprise!" Rainer said with a smile. "My volunteer shift at the community center ended sooner than I thought. So, I thought I'd swing by and take my lovely fiancée out to lunch." I felt like a big, wet, wool blanket dropped over me. I hadn't been joking about the reports and the presentation to the board. If my daydreaming hadn't distracted me, I could have
I thought I could handle the party without any problems, but a few minutes in the door and I was already panicking. Running into Rainer on the front steps had felt like the keys turning in the ignition of a car I wasn't driving. My heart raced along, my eyes sweeping the crowd to see him, and I couldn't believe I was so quickly out of control. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen Rainer in the last few weeks. He seemed to pop up everywhere, and I had gotten used to the sudden moments we shared. Once I caught sight of his fancy sports car at the little hotel in my hometown. I could have passed without seeing him, but I peeked in the windows and saw him sitting alone at a table. He claimed his work friend had just left. Two days later, he happened to be grabbing lunch at the same restaurant as me. When my lunch meeting fell through, we had a long meal together. I hadn't gone more than four days without seeing him, so I couldn't understand why tonight felt so different. I tried to tell







