Lake had been the one who left, with nothing more than the clothes on his back, vowing never to become enmeshed in a situation like that again. That fiasco had been almost twelve
years ago, and he had learned his lesson well. In the years since, he found himself screening women before he dated them, but lately doing so took up too much of his time and way too much effort.
He had even gone so far as to entertain the idea of going through a dating service and would definitely check out one when he returned to the States. His firm represented a number of them, and if he were to believe his own ads, some were actually good, with high success rates.
Maybe it was time for a turning point in his life. He would consider settling down. As Gray had reminded him, he wasnât getting any younger.
A few hours later, Lake had dressed and grabbed his tennis racket on the way out the door. Thanks to his brother Shaneâwhom they considered the tennis pro in the familyâall his siblings knew how to play the game. Today he was meeting Devin Phillips, a doctor heâd met through Grey when he first arrived in Orlando a few months back. Heâd discovered Devin to be a likable guy who enjoyed playing tennis as much as he did, so they began getting together at least once a week on the courts.
He pulled into the parking area where Devinâs office was located. Usually they would meet up at the country club, but today Devin had taken his car to the shop for a service check and had asked Grey if he would pick him up instead.
The parking lot was full, so he drove through slowly, mindful of all the elderly people on scooters. He smiled,
remembering when his grandfather had gotten his own scooter last year. He had become as reckless with it as a kid on Rollerblades for the first time. The family soon discovered he was as dangerous driving the damn thing as heâd been when behind the wheel of a car.
Lake glanced at his watch, noting he was a few minutes early, and pulled into a parking space. He was adjusting his seat to allow more leg room when he noticed a woman walking toward Devinâs medical complex. When his gaze zeroed in on her, blood rushed through his veins. He felt dizzy. And if that wasnât bad enough, intense heat settled right smack in his loins. Nothing of this magnitude had ever happened to him before. Even the woman from the striptease show last night hadnât gotten such a rise out of him, and definitely not to this degree. This was definitely lust at first sight, and it was taking one hell of a bite out of him. His libido was on full alert, red alert, hot alert.
Toting her briefcase, she was dressed in a business suit tailored to her form and emphasizing just what a curvy body she had. She was looking totally professional on one hand, and succulently luscious on the other. Who was she? he wondered. Another doctor? A patient? He seriously didnât care, just as long as she wasnât someoneâs wife. And from where he was parked, he couldnât see her left hand to check for a ring.
He felt a smile tug at his lips. She had the cutest shaped ass that heâd ever seen on a woman, and her legs, he thought, could be used for a lot more than just walking. His mind began envisioning them wrapped around him while they made love.
His gaze then moved upward to her face and studied it. She was definitely one stunningly beautiful woman. She had skin the color of chocolate, medium brown hair that was cut just short of hitting her shoulders, and a face with features that usually were too young for his taste. But for some reason, not today and not with her.
Damn.
She had to be about twenty-four, no more than twenty-five at the max. He couldnât remember the last time he was attracted to a woman that young. But as he continued to watch her every movement, he felt a tugging desire in the pit of his stomach. With every step she took, a part of him couldnât help but be thankful heâd