No Ordinary Romance

No Ordinary
Romance

By

Stephanie Jean Smith

Published by Stephanie Jean
Smith at Smashwords

Hootyhoo Media Publications

Copyright June 2012, All Rights Reserved

This book is for mature audiences only it
contains explicit sex and violence. This book is a work of fiction,
the characters were created by the author and do not resemble
anyone either living or deceased.

@ Copyright June 2012, All Rights
Reserved,

No part of this book can be copied without
the expressed permission of the author. All characters in the book
are fictitious and stem from the author's imagination. This book is
for mature audiences only it contains some explicit sex.

How it all began...

Connie was freshening up before dinner when
her cell phone rang. She checked her caller ID before answering. It
was Jenna. Maybe she had some more news to share about the baby.
Jenna and Mike had dinner last night for their friends to announce
that they were expecting. She was excited about becoming a
godmother.

Connie smiled into the phone; last night's
announcement was the first piece of good news she received in a
long time. "Hey little momma. How are you feeling today? Samantha
went back to work today. I guess she ended up working a full day.
Allen is going to be so pissed." When she didn't get an answer she
thought something was wrong with the connection. "Jenna!"

"Connie, sweetie, I have some bad news."

Connie sat on the bed; she didn't think she
could handle any more disturbing news this year. The last time
Connie received terrible news, Samantha's car was t-boned and the
doctors performed a four hour surgery to stop the internal
bleeding. "Is something wrong with the baby?"

"Nothing like that Connie. I would have
called you sooner, but my boneheaded husband just told me that
Brian and his cousin kidnapped Samantha. She was shot while trying
to escape."

Immediately tears appeared in her eyes. She
didn't realize she was crying until she felt the wetness on her
face. "Shot! Oh my God! How serious is it?"

"Connie she's okay. It was a flesh wound and
the bullet pierced her side. I'm on my way to Immanuel now; I'll
call you as soon as I get there."

"I'm on my way..."

"Connie, I'd feel a lot better if you
wouldn't get on the road right now. The drive from Lincoln is hell,
especially during rush hour traffic. In addition, you shouldn't
drive while you're upset. You were spending the night in Lincoln
anyway. Do me a favor and don't change your plans."

"Okay Jenna, but you better call me or text
me as soon as you find out more about Samantha."

"I promise Connie."

Connie sat on the bed trying to wrap her mind
around what happened today. Samantha was kidnapped and shot while
she was speaking in front of the Nebraska Legislature in Lincoln.
This was a terrible ending for a day that started out promising.
She planned to spend the night at a hotel because she totally hated
the rush hour traffic on I80.

Connie called Joanie to cancel her dinner
date as she re-packed the few items she had and checked out of the
hotel. When Joanie didn't pick up she, left a message. She tried to
remain calm as she pulled out of the hotel parking lot forging
ahead to the interstate. Even in rush hour bumper-to-bumper
traffic, she could make it to Immanuel in 90 minutes. Connie knew
that Jenna was right, but she wouldn't be able to sleep until she
saw Samantha for herself.

Connie was doing good time; she left Hwy 34
and merged onto I80 East when she heard a loud popping noise. She
couldn't believe her damn luck one of her tires blew. She pulled
off the interstate, popped the hatch. She wasn't exactly dressed
for the grubby task of changing a tire, but what else could she do.
She got her toolbox and spare tire out of the back hatch. She
jacked up her rear end and with her torque wrench in hand; she went
to work loosening the lug nuts. At that moment, a truck with two
occupants pulled in behind her.

Two men get out of the truck. To her horror,
one of the men was her nemesis on the city council. God certainly
had a strange sense of humor. She didn't like Councilman Thomas
Galvin, and on a normal day, he would be the last person she would
welcome help. The other man was a handsome guy who was a cross
between a young Paul Newman and Matthew McConaughey. He wasn't as
tall as Thomas, but he was the best eye candy she'd seen in a
while. Thomas looked like a dark thundercloud with blazing green
eyes. She sighed, returned her gaze back to Thomas. "Well Thomas
I'm actually glad to see you."

"Yeah there's a first time for everything.
What in the hell are you doing out here on the side of the
road?"

"What does it look like Councilman Galvin,
I'm changing my tire." She smiled at the other man and offered her
hand. "Hi I'm Connie Jacobs."

"Hi Connie, I'm Aaron Colton, a colleague of
Thomas's. I've heard a lot about you the last few months.

"All good things I'm sure." Aaron shook her
hand and dropped it abruptly when Thomas frowned at them.

Thomas was damned mad at Constantina for not
calling for roadside assistance. Thousands of people were killed
every year changing tires on the side of the road especially on a
main artery like I80. "I'll change your tire Constantina; it's damn
dangerous to be out here on the side of the road. Why didn't you
call for help like any other reasonable woman?" He took off his
suit jacket, handed it to Constantina, and made short work of
changing the tire.

She could see the muscles flexing under his
shirt, he was a jerk, but he kept his body in shape. Connie
couldn't understand why he was so pissed at her. "You're being
unreasonable Thomas; it's a damn tire, not brain surgery. What did
you want me to do?" Thomas ignored her as he replaced the flat tire
with the spare and tightened the lug nuts. The procedure took less
than twenty minutes.

"Aaron, I'm going to stay with Constantina
and drive her car. I want to make sure she makes it safely back to
Omaha."

"Okay Thomas, see you at the office tomorrow.
Nice meeting you Miss Jacobs."

"Nice to meet you too Aaron." She waved at
the charming man and then turned to face Thomas. "I really don't
need a babysitter back to Omaha." Connie handed him his jacket,
sighing to herself as he covered those broad shoulders. When he
held out his hand, she ignored him, walking back to her
vehicle.

"Give me the keys Constantina, it's getting
dark, and Aaron's not going to leave until we pull off."

Connie tossed him the keys and got in on the
passenger side. She needed to go to Omaha quickly and didn't want
to argue with Thomas. Thomas got into her SUV, adjusted her seat,
and tilted her rearview mirror. "Can we go now?"

Thomas pulled onto I80 and drove at a
moderate rate. Constantina's flat tire looked okay, but tire donuts
aren't as safe as an actual tire. "Why did you leave Lincoln this
evening? Mother told me that you were staying overnight and heading
back to Omaha in the morning."

"Family emergency."

"That's all you're going to tell me? Your
skirt practically flying over your head. What kind of family
emergency had you changing a tire on I80 during rush hour traffic?
You were damn lucky Aaron, and I saw you on the side of the road.
You could have been approached by someone who meant you harm."

"A good friend was kidnapped to today, and I
just received the message. I changed my plans and decided to check
on her tonight. I'm sorry you had to see me in trouble on the road.
I'm quite capable of changing a tire and taking care of
myself."

Thomas mulled over everything she told him,
and he began to calm down. He didn't quite know how he felt about
Constantina. He saw her at various events over the past year, and
she made a point of ignoring him, which immediately got his
attention. At first, he thought she was intentionally being coy. He
had to swallow his pride when he realized that she had no interest
in knowing him better.

"Your friend, is it anyone I know?"

"Samantha Graham."

"You're kidding me, Samantha was kidnapped
today! By whom?"

"An ex-boyfriend with a grudge. She was shot,
but Jenna told me that the bullet grazed her side. They're keeping
her overnight for observation."

"Which hospital?"

"Immanuel."

"I'm sorry I acted like a jerk back there on
the road. It royally pissed me off when I saw you out there
struggling. So many terrible things can happen to a woman traveling
alone."

"My hero. I accept your apology. What were
you doing in Lincoln today?"

Thomas gave her a quick glance, he had a
meeting in town, but he also wanted to support her and his mother
in their opposition of LB 2359. The proposed bill would eliminate
after school programming for foster children. Her impassioned
speech made several state senators pull their support for the
bill.

"I had a meeting."

"I had breakfast with your mother this
morning; she didn't tell me that you would be in town today."

His mother questioned him before about his
intentions toward Constantina. He didn't need his mother to tell
him that Constantina was remarkable; he knew that the first time he
saw her. "It probably slipped her mind."

"Doubtful, not much get's by Joanie. I'm
surprised she didn't ride back to Omaha with you."

"Mother and my sister Charlene are going
factory outlet shopping in Nebraska City tomorrow."

"I hate shopping. Jenna and Sam dragged me
shopping in Kansas City, and I thought my punishment would never
end." That tiny little memory bruised her heart, what if Samantha
wasn't okay and she didn't recover. She couldn't stomach the
thought of losing someone else.

When the conversation suddenly stopped,
Thomas gave her a quick look. He saw her wiping the tears from her
face. "I'm sure Samantha will be okay. Jenna wouldn't lie to you if
she said Samantha is okay, she's okay. We should be at the hospital
within the hour."

Connie knew she was acting silly, "I was
upset, and I shouldn't have gotten on the road."

"Oh I don't know things kind of worked out
for the best. I got you enclosed in a vehicle, and you can't take
off, you have to deal with me."

Connie looked over him in surprise. "I have
never avoided you."

"Constantina if you continue to lie your
tongue will cleave to the roof of your mouth."

"You're right Thomas I have been avoiding you
because you're a jerk. I can't pretend that everything is roses.
Especially when I know that the next time I come up against you in
the city council chamber you'll walk all over my head again."

"Well this isn't the place I wanted to have
this conversation, but it will do. My job as a city councilman is
to represent my community to the best of my ability. I can't submit
to the whims of every beautiful woman who waltzes in the chamber
and vote in her favor. I'm always going to do what I think is
right. I'm sorry if that makes getting to know you more difficult,
but I refuse to give up on you."

Connie was wishing she stayed at the hotel
right about now. She was mentally ticking off the mile markers as
they sped by, 30 miles to Omaha, 29 miles...28 miles. Connie
couldn't take her eyes off his strong hands; his fingers were long
and thick. She could feel him stroking her body, taking her to new
heights. He must spend a lot of time outside his skin tone was a
mixture of copper with russet undertones. The mere sight of him
sparked the desire to taste him; she wanted to run her tongue all
over his body.

His mother Joanie was a full blood Santee
Sioux. From what she gathered from previous conversations with
Joanie, Thomas's father was a half-breed Native American from
another Plains Indian tribe. He must have been one good looking
man. Joanie had fair skin, high cheekbones, and honey colored eyes.
Thomas was tall, dark, handsome, and he had the most stunning green
eyes. She started fanning herself. Thomas had been her dream lover
for about a year now, too bad the object of her dreams was a
nightmare.

"Constantina, you even listening to me?"

Connie snapped to attention when he called
her name. She must be losing her mind, getting all hot and bothered
over Thomas 'The Jerk' Galvin. "Why do you call me Constantina?
You're the only person I know that uses my full name. What's wrong
with Connie or Miss Jacobs?"

Thomas couldn't help himself; the desire to
touch her was too strong. He smoothed her windblown hair behind her
ear. "I never thought you were that kind of woman to hold a
grudge."

Connie momentarily lost her train of thought.
Thomas was dangerous she would not be another conquest for him.
"Hold a grudge! I'm not holding a grudge I just don't like you.
Haven't you ever come across a woman who didn't think you were
God's gift to humanity?"