Here is an excerpt of Marks reaction when Julie encounters him in the kitchen as hes flipping pancakes. Mark knew exactly who stood before him looking slightly frightened. It was Julie, the daughter of Margret Miller. She was even more beautiful in person than she was in the pictures scattered all over the house. Her dark blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. She had deep brown eyes that, at this moment, were very wide. He’d have loved to let his eyes wander and check out her body, but that didn’t seem appropriate at the moment. “I’m Mark Thomas.” He set the spatula down. “Where is my mother?” she asked again. He shrugged. “Good question. Perhaps there will be a postcard in the mail today.” “What do you mean?” She rubbed her temple. “Your mother is out traveling the country.” She raised an eyebrow. “She’s what?” “Her and some friends bought some RV they found for sale, and decided they were taking off. I think they were heading south for the winter.” Julie didn’t say anything. One hand moved to her mouth and she nibbled on a nail. It was cute. Most likely a habit she’d always wanted to kick but never would. He wished he had something more to tell her but there wasn’t. “Why are you here then?” she asked. “Your mom didn’t want to leave the place empty. I just moved into town and was looking for a place. The price was right and, well, here I am.” She paced the length of the kitchen. “This makes no sense. She didn’t tell me. Why wouldn’t she?” “I don’t have an answer for that.” Julie shot him a stern look, and he knew to just be quiet. In fact, as he took in a deep breath, the smell of something burning caught his attention. Shit, it was the pancakes. Grabbing the spatula, Mark quickly flipped the pancake and wasn’t at all surprised to see it black as night. “You hungry?” he asked. “Actually, yes, I’m starving. I rushed over this morning for breakfast with Mom.” “I can’t promise it’ll be as good, but it’ll at least fill you up.” Taking the opportunity now, he checked out her gorgeous body. She was lean with a few curves. She could probably use a few more pounds, not that he was complaining. “I’ll be right back.” She left the kitchen in a hurry, and he took the chance to check out her round backside. That was a sight he could get used to. But now he had to return his attention back to the breakfast he was preparing.
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