Life was good.
A small quaint house filled with things she loved. A view of a beautiful lake surrounded by towering pines and majestic mountains. She loved sleeping with her windows open allowing cool gentle breezes and aromas of pine needles to loft into her bedroom.
A good job that allowed her a slightly more than modest income. Some travel, but not so much that it became tiresome. Every couple of years even required dusting off her passport for a trip to Australia, South America or Europe.
She lived alone. However, she wasn’t alone. There was a certain special someone in her life. He was somewhat in the public eye and liked to keep a very low profile when it came to his personal life—so it was never something she talked about with her friends.
A business trip coming up in a few weeks, she’d been planning for just the right words and time to invite her special someone along. Alexander was rather simple when it came to his food, he loved meat and potatoes and that’s just what Amanda had planned for dinner. The table was set with a rustic, yet beautiful centerpiece, candles, a wonderful bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from the heart of Napa, and she had Nora Jones all cued up.
Amanda was a bundle of nerves. She worried she would come off too pushy. She expected him any minute, but the minutes continued to tick by, no knock at the door.
The meal had long grown cold, the bottle of wine unopened. Amanda still at the dining room table. It was okay she told herself, she was happy with her life, no one even knew about Alex. Maybe this was better, saving her the embarrassment of having her invitation rejected.
Pessac, France: sitting in a cute bistro—enjoying an incredible cheese plate and a glass of table wine from a local vineyard—Amanda found herself thinking of what could have been if Alexander would have joined her…
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”, said a dark haired, handsome Frenchman.