Author: Kianna Alexander
Series: Brothers of TDT, #1
Pub Date: April 4, 2017
Xavier Whitted, CPA and city council candidate is excited to get away to the Crystal Coast for his best friend’s wedding. He is shocked when he runs into his high school sweetheart there, the only woman he ever truly loved.
Dr. Imani Grant is just about ready to open her own dermatology practice when a serious wrench is put in her plans—in the form of Xavier Whitted. Old feelings resurface along with old secrets from the past. Imani isn’t willing to go there, until Xavier starts a new campaign: win Imani back—no matter what it takes.
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At first, it had seemed that Georgia was simply staring off into the distance. Now, Imani realized that she and the other women were all looking in the same direction. Confusion and curiosity knitting her brow, Imani turned to see what had captured everyone’s attention.
That was when she saw Xavier Whitted striding across the room. There was no way she could have missed him—his six-foot-three-inch height made him tower over most of the people in attendance. Her heart began pounding so loud she was sure everyone in the room could hear it. What in the hell is he doing here?
She tore her eyes away from the handsome man from her past and looked at Georgia with a questioning gaze. At first, Georgia didn’t seem to notice, but their gazes met after Imani loudly cleared her throat.
Georgia responded this time but still watched Xavier with appreciative eyes. “Isn’t he fine? He’s Tyrone’s best man, one of his TDT brothers. His name is—”
Imani interrupted her. “I know his name. Xavier Whitted.”
All the female eyes at that end of the table turned on her. The question hung in the air for a long second before Julia all but shouted, “Where do you know him from?”
“He was my high school boyfriend.” Imani stood as she answered the question, because it now seemed Xavier had spotted her and was approaching fast.
“Small world.” Gail winked.
Georgia made a sound of discovery. “Oh! So that explains why he was so eager to take you out. He must still be carrying a torch for you.”
Imani walked over and stood behind Georgia’s chair and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. “Georgia, please tell me you didn’t.”
“What?” The bride-to-be feigned innocence. “Georgia, did you set me up with him?” She uttered those words in a rushed whisper, because Xavier’s long legs were bringing him closer at an alarming speed.
“I might have.”
The noncommittal response was all Imani needed to know that her proverbial goose was cooked. She squeezed Georgia’s shoulder. “I gave you a really nice wedding gift. I think I want it back.”
It was all she had time to say before Xavier appeared next to her.
He smiled, showing off teeth so straight and white, they were almost too perfect. “Imani. It’s so good to see you.” He reached for her hand, capturing it in his much larger one.
It was the first touch she’d had from him in a decade, yet the shivers still danced across her skin. Aware of the four sets of nosy female eyes trained on them, she smiled, hoping to mask her nervousness. “It’s good to see you again, too, Xavier.”
He watched her for a few silent seconds, as if trying to read her. Then, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss against her cheek. “I have to go sit with the boys at the other end of the table, but we’ll chat later, okay?” He gave her hand a squeeze, then slipped away.
She’d been totally unprepared for the kiss, and while brief and chaste, it reminded her of other encounters they’d had, which were much the opposite. Tingles ran through her entire body, careening and colliding like a jar full of angry hornets. Recovering her senses as quickly as she could, she retook her seat and found everyone staring at her.
Glancing around at her friends, she fished around in her purse for her cell phone. “What? Why is everyone looking at me like that?”
Finally, Gail asked pointedly, “Did you bring a shawl or a jacket?”Embarrassment heated her cheeks when she realized what Gail was referring to. She didn’t have to look down to know that her nipples were standing like two pebbles inside the confines of her dress. Folding her arms over her chest, she cursed to herself. Apparently, even after a decade apart, Xavier Whitted still held the same magical power over her body.