“Well, maybe.” David gave me a doubtful glance. “She might need more convincing.”
“She might.” They exchanged masculine smiles, then turned them on me. Their smiles widened with sexual intent, and none of us did any more talking for a long time.
A week later, I arranged a bouquet of flowers on my birth parents’ joint burial plot. I traced their names on the headstone, the dates, my personal history carved in marble, then sat back to look at the splash of life and color the blossoms made against the winter grass.
So many questions finally answered. The mystery of my identity solved. I knew who I was now. A work in progress, like I’d told Rhonda, but a work I liked. I hoped they’d be proud of me. I sat there for a minute, saying hello and good-bye. Then I looked up to see David and Zach waiting in the distance.
The past could rest now. I saw my future.
I stood up and walked toward it.
Charlene Teglia made her first novel sale in 2004. Since then her books have garnered several honors, including Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Erotic Novel, two CAPA nominations for Best Erotic Anthology, and Romantic Times Top Pick. When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking around the Olympic Peninsula with her family or opening and closing doors for cats.
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