Page 3 of Finding You
He’d recognize those gorgeous eyes anywhere. Even though she looked a bit haggard, it was the woman he’d met in Vegas during a conference almost a year ago. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, and now she was standing only a couple of feet away.
Her mouth dropped open, and if it was possible, her eyes grew as large as dinner plates.
“You,” she whispered.
Zion couldn’t believe he was standing in front of the mystery woman he hadn’t been able to forget. At least he was fairly sure it was her. Gorgeous face, though she looked exhausted with dark circles under her eyes. Her long hair was in small braids and pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Light-brown, almost hazel eyes—that showed up often in his dreams—stared back at him. And then there were her lips. Kissable lips that he had feasted on, and a body just as alluring as his mouth, tongue, and hands remembered.
“Andrew?” the woman whispered, looking at him as if she was seeing a ghost.
He knew the feeling and damn, he had forgotten he’d given her his middle name. Was her name really Raven?
Too stunned to ask, Zion was stuck on the fact that they’d found each other despite only exchanging first names. Or in his case, a middle name. No last name. No telephone numbers. Nothing. He’d had no way of finding her after sharing the most incredible night he’d ever experienced with a woman.
What were the chances of them ending up in the same city, let alone his parents’ B & B? No way. There wasno wayshe was really here after almost a year of him dreaming about her.
“I take it you two know each other,” his mother said in a sing-song voice, which snapped Zion out of his daze.
Then something else occurred to him. Instead of responding to his mother, his attention remained on Raven. “You have a baby?”
She glanced at her baby girl who his mother was feeding, and then Raven returned her gaze back to him. “Yeah, actually, I have two.”
Chapter Two
“T—two?” he sputtered, his eyebrows lifted high enough to touch the ceiling.
“Yes,” Raven Shepherd said, barely able to keep her voice from wavering.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.
Shock clawed through her body, and she gripped the edge of the reception desk to keep herself from sliding to the hardwood floor.
It was him. The most gorgeous, sensuous man she’d ever met was standing almost within reach of her. How was that possible? It had been almost a year, and she never thought she’d see him again. Yet, here he was.
And that voice? One of many things that had attracted her to him that night in Vegas. Whenever he spoke, his unbelievably deep baritone was like that of the R & B singer, Giveon—rich, sultry, and erotic. His voice was still as arousing and smooth, like warm honey drizzled over a hot, buttered biscuit.
“I have a feeling you two know each other, but just in case, Raven, let me introduce you to my son, Zion,” Virginia Priestly said cheerily. “Zion, this is Raven and her daughter, Zanaya.”
His mother? Oh my God. This just keeps getting weirder.
From the moment Raven had arrived, Mrs. Priestly had welcomed her into the B & B as if she’d known her forever. When in reality, they’d just met. An hour ago, Raven, bone tired and hungry, showed up with her babies who’d been just as tired and cranky. Mrs. Priestly and her sister, Gwendolyn Renee, had been a godsend, fussing over the kids and immediately taking them into their care.
Wait, Zion?
Raven’s eyebrows pinched together as she looked at him, realizing Mrs. Priestly had saidZion. Not Andrew?
Raven was tired, but she was fairly sure this was the man she’d met in Vegas. It had to be. No way could there be two men who looked like this adonis standing in front of her. He was at least six-feet tall with a chestnut skin tone, deep, intense amber eyes that stared back at her, as well as a sexy mustache and goatee. The man wassofine. Add that to his sculpted chest, wide shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, and long legs with powerful thighs like that of a linebacker, and you had one incredible specimen.
Yeah, this was him. He looked a little younger than she remembered, but she was confident that she’d know her kids’ father anywhere. Then again, maybe he was a twin. No. No, it was definitely him, and he must think her crazy with the way she was staring at him.
However, the shock on his handsome face told her that he was just as surprised as her. Or maybe that was a look of fear. She wasn’t sure, but it was possible that he had figured out he was a father times two.
She had prayed every day, since finding out she was pregnant, that she’d eventually run into him. Maybe God was finally answeringoneof her many prayers. But just in case…
“Andrew?” she whispered, hoping she hadn’t lost her mind, that her imagination hadn’t conjured him up. “Or is it Zion?”
After the long drive from Houston with her babies, she was beyond exhausted. She’d barely slept in the last couple of days, and it was starting to catch up to her.
God, please let it be him.She had needed him in more ways than one over the last few months, and now he was here.
