Rhythm of My Heart

The bit that messed with his head was his vision, his fated woman. How could he feel this way about Eve if she wasn’t the woman he’d imagined for over twenty years? How could he have seen someone so clearly, if another woman stole his heart so completely?

It didn’t make a lick of sense.

Part of him, a very big part, was beginning to not care. He hadn’t given his red-haired vision much thought these last few days. His focus had been on Eve. All he cared about was Eve.

“Does this have to be so complicated?” Luke asked. “Can you not just take it for what it is and enjoy it? Enjoy Eve. Why even think about a woman who’s only real in your head?”

“Because she’s been his future for almost a lifetime, Lucas. It’s not that easy to suddenly envision something—someone—different.”

Seth, of all people, never let a future he’d dreamed about get away from him. He moved heaven and earth to make it happen.

Was Zachary willing to move heaven and earth to make the future he’d imagined for years happen?

He didn’t even have to think about the answer. Hell, no. Not now that Eve was in his life.

“Zachary?”

“Yeah, Nath?”

“Go to her.”

He stared at his brother.

“Go. Now. You’re doing fuck-all good around here. You might as well be with her.”

Luke gave a sigh of defeat and pulled out his cell phone. “Brayden?”

Five minutes later Zachary was in a car, headed to Eve’s sister’s place.

Chapter Twelve

Before climbing out of the car, Zachary shoved his sunglasses on.

He hadn’t stopped to put contacts in, hadn’t given it a thought. But he was going out in public, going to see people who knew him only as Jonah and not as Zachary. It was probably better to just hide his eyes than to face a barrage of questions.

The house Brayden pulled up at was small. A weatherboard building with a large yard of green grass and a low brick wall.

Dozens of little girls dressed as princesses and fairies sat in a circle, listening spellbound to someone in the middle, while a group of women, the girls’ mothers, he guessed, stood around a table or sat in chairs scattered through the yard.

None of them noticed as he climbed from the Merc and made his way to the party.

As he walked up the driveway he scanned the faces. Searched every mother there in hopes of spotting the woman he loved. He’d never had a problem attending parties before, but as he walked across the lawn, his stomach heaved.

He’d never attended a four-year-old girl’s party before. Well, not since he himself was four, and then it was by invitation only. Today, he was an adult, effectively gate-crashing a child’s birthday.

Good one, Zachary. Way to make an impression on the family.

The women spoke to one another while peals of delighted laughter rang through his ears. Young, innocent laughter.

He had not been that innocent in a very long time.

Zachary stopped to watch the kids, stopped to enjoy their innocence, and couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face. Nor could he stop the thought that crept into his mind. Eve, with a little girl at her side. One who looked just like her—and him.

The thought made him jerk in surprise. Where the hell had that come from?

He’d assigned all thoughts of possible offspring to a very distant part of his imagination after the whole baby scare. Yet the image of Eve with their child? Yeah, not so scary. Not scary at all.

Perhaps the only scary part was that the child did not have red hair or green eyes. Because that was what he’d always naturally assumed his children would look like.

It took a while for Zachary to realize the general conversation around him had ceased. The children still squealed and laughed, but all adult voices had suspiciously died.

The gazes of thirty-odd women prickled into his side, and Zachary was forced to turn and acknowledge them.

Some woman gaped openly, their jaws hanging down, their eyes wide. Some tried not to look at him so candidly but kept glancing his way nevertheless. Others blinked too fast, as though they couldn’t believe what they saw. Two women clung to each other and pointed at him.

Yeah, subtle, ladies.

A few mothers, standing by the table, seemed oblivious to his presence.

And then someone was marching towards him. Someone he recognized instantly. She wasn’t a dead ringer for Eve. Not by a long shot, but the similarity was still striking. Her hair was cut shorter, while Eve’s swung past her shoulders. This woman was older by a few years and a little heavier, although her body was still attractive.

The biggest difference though, was how cleanly scrubbed her face was.

Try though he might, Zachary couldn’t remember seeing Eve without makeup. Her sister had on none. Not even a hint of lipstick or mascara.

“Jonah Speed in my garden. Who’d have ever thunk it?” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Bree. Eve’s sister. And may I say, your pictures do you no justice whatsoever?”

He shook her hand tentatively. Last time he’d taken an Andrews sister’s hand in his, she’d zoned out on him. Or rather, zoned in on him. Very accurately. “Uh…thanks?”

“Of course thanks. I just complimented you. And don’t mind my hand. I won’t be seeing into your head. Just don’t possess the skill, I’m afraid.” She looked at the parcel he held under his other arm. “I’m guessing that’s not for me?”

“Nope, sorry.” Zachary offered the parcel to her nevertheless. It was wrapped in pink and purple paper with a matching pink and purple bow. At Zachary’s request, Brayden had stopped at a toy store on the way here, run inside empty-handed and run out with the gift, all prettily wrapped.

Neither Zachary nor Brayden had any idea what a Lalaloopsy was, but the store owner had assured Brayden it was perfect for a little girl.

He smiled at Bree. “Figured it would be rude to crash a party without a gift. Would you pass that on to your daughter for me?”

“Indeed I will. Thank you. I’m sure Hannah will love it.” She narrowed her eyes and peered carefully at him. “You falling for my little sister, Jonah?”

Jesus.

Just like her sibling, she headed straight for the jugular.

He swiped a hand through his hair. “Er…” What the fuck did he say to that? “Well, yes, ma’am. I believe I am.”

Ma’am? Seriously? The woman was the same age as him.

Behind Bree, whispers were starting, voices picking up, snippets of conversation drifting towards him.

“Jonah Speed!”

“Photos—and a video.”

“Briana’s sister.”

“Eve and Jonah…”

“Pashing on camera.”

“That’s nice,” Bree said with a smile. “Very nice indeed.” Then her smile disappeared and she leaned forward, looked up at him and said, “But if you hurt her, I promise to hunt you down and kill you. Slowly and