Arthur Cummings never considered himself a highly intellectual person. He’d never been anywhere near the honor roll in school, nor could he do complex math. But he was street-smart, methodical, and patient.
Very patient.
He moved with a singularity of purpose that would amaze even a Tibetan monk. Patience was always a virtue, he believed. And now, he would be reaping the rewards of patience. Glancing at the sleeping form on the rumpled bed, he felt his heart jump within him.
Louisa Almendrez. At last!
He still couldn’t believe he’d finally done it! He’d waited for this moment for years, the moment when he would have the girl he’d been dreaming about since he laid eyes on her. True, she was no longer a girl now, but the woman she’d become turned out to be even more desirable than the on
