“That’s her.”
Never had a truth rang so loudly in any man’s ears. Those were the words that played in his ears over the last hour as Joe tried to convince himself that Foxy was not the one for him. That this childhood infatuation with her was long over. That there had to be someone else out there, a far more appropriate woman that he was meant to spend his life with.
The moment that he walked into the doors of Charlotte O’Dell’s law offices, the first thing he saw was Foxy’s dark, springy curls. The second thing he saw were her bright, expressive eyes. The last thing he saw was her brilliant sunshine of a smile.
“That’s her.”
The words were spoken out loud, but they hadn’t come from Joe’s mouth. They were from Rich, who walked into the offices beside Joe. So, he saw it too? He saw that
