They reached the top of the stairs and headed down the narrow hallway to the fourth door on the right.
“My grandma said that Mano and Escala’s uncle is trying to get Mano a fight in Vegas or Reno. He’s lining up a bunch of them.”
“Good for him. I hate boxing, ultimate fighting or whatever and anyone involved in doing it.”
The door opened and the wonderful smell hit Amelia’s nostrils. She smiled as Grandma Lopez opened her arms wide to greet her.
Practically falling into the older woman’s embrace, Amelia hugged her tight, wanting to absorb the feel of her hug and the sweet smell of her perfume. She wished she had a grandma like her. She wished she had family to love her and protect her.
“You look gorgeous. You stay away too long, chica.”
Amelia smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I needed to. The kitchen smells amazing. Is that Pastelón I smell?” she asked.
“Sí. Just for you. Now sit, so I can enjoy your company before you leave for Houston.”
Grandma Lopez took Amelia’s hand into her own and froze in place. She flipped her hand over, ran one finger gently over the palm of her hand, almost making Amelia laugh. She was very ticklish.
She also felt a bit on edge. Grandma Lopez was a bit of a fortune-teller. Sylvia swore her grandmother was never wrong.
“Something special waits for you in Houston, Amelia. Something that will challenge all your fears, and all your decisions. But the love of many is strong. Stronger than all the fears and uncertainty.”
What?
“Sit and eat. You’re going to need your strength.”
Amelia looked at Sylvia who shrugged her shoulders and took a seat next to Amelia.
“As long as it doesn’t involve any man, I should be fine,” Amelia said and Sylvia chuckled as Grandma Lopez placed the large platter of food onto the table.
“Men, is more like it,” she said then winked.
Amelia was shocked and then looked at Sylvia who appeared just as surprised then laughed.
“Men, huh, Grandma? I may just have to follow Amelia to Houston.”
Grandma Lopez nodded her head then took a seat.
“It takes a special woman to love more than one man at once. Amelia will be just fine.” Grandma Lopez covered Amelia’s hand, giving it a squeeze.
Amelia was shocked. Loving more than one man? Did she mean that I am destined to fall in and out of love numerous times or did she mean love numerous men literally at once?
That didn’t sit well at all. Especially since her best friend Regan came from an area in Houston where ménage relationships were of the norm. In fact, Regan’s parents were three fathers and their wife, Elise, Regan’s mom.
Oh God, please tell me this isn’t going to come true?
They sat in silence until Grandma Lopez began telling them a story of the love between three men and one woman in Puerto Rico.
Amelia was totally submerged into the story. Not solely because of the erotic, sexual appeal of being loved by three men, but by the description of love, and respect of all involved. Amelia learned the hard way that love and respect weren’t fear, but something reciprocated.
If only finding true love and happiness were so easy? Not with a broken heart and scars that ran so deep. Love just wasn’t in her future. Not by a long shot.
Chapter 1
Waylon “Sniper” Haas rubbed his eyes as he walked along the corridor in the airport on his way to the parking lot. He’d left his truck there, before he left for Vegas. As he rounded the corner of the walkway, he immediately caught notice of a young woman struggling with her bag, a cell phone, and a suitcase on wheels. He wondered if her front side looked as perfect as her backside. Damn, did the woman have a great ass and long sexy legs. He paused as she struggled toward the curb, her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, jumped from one shoulder to the next, with a flip from her hand.
Suddenly her bag fell.
He immediately moved closer to assist her.