Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Amina scurried to the kitchen happy for a reason to put some distance between herself and Ethan. She was just coming to terms with her own reincarnation of sorts, or whatever it was called. But to learn that Ethan had come back from the dead as well, was more than she could process.
Logically, none of this made sense. When a person died, they moved on to some sort of afterlife. But this wasn’t it. Why were they both brought back five years in the past. Was their deaths somehow connected?
After his revelation, there was no way either of them could sit at a restaurant calmly and pretend everything was normal. Ethan suggested he cancel the reservations and pick up something to eat on the way home.
Amina readily agreed but now that he was here in her home, her heart wouldn’t stop beating. There was something about that man that made her nervous. Not in a scary way, but he made her pulse race, and she’d get tongue tied around him. Besides, Mark, she’d never been alone in her home with a man.
If someone would have told her that Dr. Ethan Han would be in her home, she would have laughed in their face. But then again, she had literally died and had somehow gone back in time so was anything really beyond the realm of possibility?
Amina stalled with the drinks as long as she could because once she faced Ethan again, a real conversation would need to be had. It was one thing when she was just dealing with her own reincarnation but now, she had to factor in his on top of this entire weird situation.
“Come on, Amina. Get yourself together. He’s just a regular guy,” she said under her breath to pump herself up.
She took three calming breaths, grabbed the drinks, plates and napkins, and headed back to the living room.
Ethan had stacked the magazines that had been in the middle of the coffee table, neatly to the side and spread the food out. He sat on the floor with his legs stretched beneath the table. His jacket was off and the top two buttons of his shirt was undone. A stray lock of dark hair rested on his forehead.
Amina’s mouth went dry. It wasn’t fair for any man to be this good looking. “Ugh, here’s your bottled water.” When she handed him the drink and he reached out for it, their fingers touched.
She quickly yanked her hand back when a spark of electricity coursed through her body.
“Thank you. I hope you don’t mind me being sprawled out on your floor like this. If you’d rather we move this to your dining room table we can do that.”
“Oh, no this is fine. I sometimes eat my dinner just like this in front of the television. Uh, do you want me to turn on the tv?”
“It would probably be too much of a distraction. We have a lot to talk about, don’t you think?”
Amina nodded. The car ride home had been in awkward silence. It seemed that they were both at a loss for what to say but now there was no more dodging the subject.
She placed the plates on the table and sat down next to him, putting as much space between them without appearing as if she was avoiding him.
“This isn’t exactly the nice dinner I promised you. But hopefully this will do in a pinch. I don’t get to eat like this that often so I couldn’t resist when I saw the deli on the way back to your place.”
Amina took the cheesesteak she ordered and unwrapped it. To her embarrassment, her stomach growled. She laughed. “Sorry. Honestly, I’ve been nervous about our date all day that I didn’t eat anything.”
“As a doctor, I’d say it’s not healthy to skip meals like that, but as a man I’m flattered. How about we eat first and then we can talk.”
Amina grabbed her sandwich, grateful for a little more time. She bit into her cheesesteak with grilled mushrooms, onions, mayo, ketchup and provolone. The sandwich was still warm and all the ingredients blended together perfectly. She took a few more bites before returning it to her plate and chasing it down with some water. “Mmm, I haven’t had one of these in years. Mark says…”
Ethan put his food down. “Go ahead. What were you about to say?”
Amina waved her hands. “No, I don’t think I should bring him up. And really, it hasn’t been years, has it? We’ve lived in this timeline before haven’t we?”
“Maybe but I want you to finish what you were going to say. If we talk about what happened to us, we could possibly make sense of all this.”
“I guess.’’ She took another swig from the bottled water. “All I was going to say was, Mark didn’t really care for them. I think he got food poisoning from eating one as a kid and he has an aversion to them. I wasn’t allowed to have one around him.”