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Blurb:

SHE WAS EVERYTHING HE NEVER THOUGHT HE WANTED…

Aaron Youngblood thought he had it all. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous home, and a thriving business. He never expected his secret to be revealed or be blindsided by heartbreak. Still reeling from the ultimate betrayal of his brother and wife, Aaron finds himself seeking casual relationships, no longer believing in marriage, and unable to trust others.

Except he can’t stop thinking about LaTisha Blackwell, a no-nonsense single mother who has had her own issues with trust, especially for men like the charismatic Aaron. And he can’t quite understand why he is so irresistibly drawn to a woman whose everything he never thought he wanted in a woman and his ex-wife’s best friend.

As Aaron battles his lingering anger and resentment about the demise of his marriage and revisits the past, he wonders if he will be able to learn from his mistakes and find love again. More importantly, can he truly forgive the one person he never thought would hurt him?

EXCERPT:

Dominick opened my car door with the widest gap-toothed smile like mine and hurried to my car. Joy spread through my core at the only constant in my life, the love I have for my son. He would be a much better man than me, and I could see it in his patience and kind regard for everyone he met. I stepped out of the car and grabbed him in a chokehold playfully. “Can you break loose?”

He struggled, though I held fast. Every time he grew stronger, I had to fight harder to hold on to him. I’d been doing this with him since he was five, looking forward to the day he would be strong enough to win.

I heard Vonni’s soft voice, which always reminded me of a girl instead of a woman. “When are you going to stop grappling with that boy? One day you’re going to hurt him.”

“No, he won’t.” Dominick panted, and he fought harder, determined to break free.

“Did Aaron used to do that to you?” she asked someone.

“Yeah, and he won’t hurt him.”

I looked up at the sound of Kari’s voice. And Dominick used the slackness in my body to slide out of my arms. I slumped against my car as Dominick jumped around in victory. Bakari Youngblood, my younger brother who invoked so many painful emotions, stood at the door with his hands in his jean pockets with a half-smile. “Hey, Ron Ron.”

Barely nodding my head in acknowledgment, I wondered why through the swirl of emotions, I detected a sense of relief rather than the anger I expected at seeing my brother again.

Warily, I looked at Kari, whose anxious expression ironically reminded me of the little brother I’d always protected. He remained near the front door, probably uncertain if he should approach me.

Vonni nervously wrung her hands as she walked toward me. “I invited Kari to come after he told me he didn’t think it was a good idea.” Dominick had the chance to be ranked nationally in tennis if he at least finished in the top four. He’d already been ranked third in his junior division in Florida. “You and he are Dominick’s family, and this tournament is important.”

I spoke low, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Dominick stopped celebrating his victory over me and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward Kari. “Come on, Dad. This is my most important tournament ever. I need both of you here. It’s bad enough Nanee and Grandpa can’t make it.” My father had a Cardiology conference this weekend in Sacramento and was one of the speakers.

Vonni nodded enthusiastically and hurried to Kari, tugging him to me. We met midway on the pebbled path to her home. Kari offered his hand, his slightly haunted eyes pleading with me, with only a hint of his twin deep dimples. He needed a shave and a haircut, or maybe this was his new look since he still appeared strong and healthy.

I looked at his outstretched hand for a long moment before taking it in mine. Once I did, he grabbed me into a hug and apologized near my ear, “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Trying desperately to hold on to my emotional brick wall that threatened to crumble at seeing his vulnerability, I held my arms tightly around him. He looked like he did when he was sixteen, and I had to quickly block out the flashback of that horrible day years ago.

We pulled apart, and I averted my gaze toward the front door, not yet ready for the healing we both needed. Healing meant true forgiveness, and I’m still unwilling to accept his apology for the intentional act of stealing my wife away from me.

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