Gwen sipped her chilled glass of Moscato and savored the taste. "Hum…this is good. I'm ready to hear where we know one another from."
Evan smiled nervously. She looked like a vision as she sat across from him under candlelight. He stared at her face and bright red lips. His mind felt confused, not knowing how she was going to respond. He cleared his throat.
"Okay, I'm just going to say it. Gwen, we were once neighbors."
She snickered, thinking, I wouldn't forget a neighbor who looked like you. Brock was a handsome man, but he had a cocky demeanor. This man was even more beautiful without the presence of arrogance.
Gwen utters, smiling in disbelief at his words, "When and where were we ever neighbors?"
"Back in Georgia, I lived next door to you and your ex-husband." He said bluntly
