Van Dirk Fisher

Loving You: the Novel Van Dirk Fisher

They said there would be no secrets between them. And there weren't. She just didn't tell Michael her lover's name. It wasn't important anyway, not now, because after today, she would never see Justin again. Justin was preoccupied with Mariah as they stepped outside so he didn't notice the gray BMW parked across the street. He should have been paying attention, but he wasn't. All he could think about was Mariah. She loved him, and he knew it. She just didn't want to admit it, but he knew it. The CD by Darnerien was one clue. The fact that she didn't keep any photos of Michael on her desk was another. Oh yeah, Justin was full of himself. He thought he had Mariah pegged, but what he didn't know was that she kept Michael's picture closer than her desk. In fact, she wore his picture in a locket that she wore around her neck. Michael was the closest to her heart. Closest to the warmest part of her body that left her moist at night when she lay in bed alone thinking about him long after he had gone. Yes, Mariah was fortunate. She was loved by two men.