Sophie was 13 Year old when she first fell in love with Larry but the latter only broke her heart.for he only approach her because of the game they with his friends. Everyone told her the puppy love would fade away when time pass, and so, it does because Larry left her after graduation without a backward glance, she was heartbroken. time pass and Sophie become a grew up girl, moved on, and became part-owner of wildly popular restaurant Seduction. She has everything she could want...or so she thinks.

meanwhile...

After spending the last 12 years as a Navy fighter pilot, Larry returns to Portland to take over the family construction business. When he catches a glimpse of little Sophie. he realizes she's not so little any more. she is not the girl back then who crazy in love with him, she's change but still so beautiful. Larry isn't going to pass up the chance to make the girl-next-door his again. but the chance of being together again is display in front of him, will he pass the opportunity or be a serious man this time... Will seduction be just the name of her restaurant or will Sophie let him get close again enough to fulfill all there fantasies?

sometimes falling in love to someone who once broke your heart is not totally sure to get together again but if there's a way there's a wel.

I don't know if you like it but still I want to share it with you

~Larry~

"Are you packed?" my sister, Mia, asks through the phone. Her voice is husky with sleep, which makes sense since it's the middle of the night back home in Portland, Oregon.

"I leave tomorrow, Mia. Of course I'm not packed." She snickers. I just finished up my last debriefing meeting, my last day as an officer in the Navy. I grip the zipper of my flight uniform and sigh. "It's not right."

"I know," she says quietly. "But you're safe and whole, and you could be dead, Larry, so I'll take it."

I frown, staring at myself in the mirror as I unzip my uniform for the last time. I'll never wear it again, never pilot a plane again.

What the **** am I supposed to do now? The Navy gave me options, but if I can't fly, there's no sense in it. Flying isn't just what I do, it's who I am.

"You're overthinking," Mia says.

"I'm a pilot, Mia. This is what I love. It wasn't supposed to end like this."

"You're alive," she says.

"Am I?" I murmur, then shake my head and wince at the neck pain that still nags me from time to time. Ejecting from an F-16 will cause a crick in the neck. And a loss of an inch in height that may never return, along with an entire Naval career.

Son of a bitch.

"This has been the longest four months of our lives, Larry. We're all anxious to see you."

"I'll be home in a few days," I reply as I pull a T-shirt over my head and throw the last of my belongings in a box that the Navy will have sent to me from Italy.

I loved being in Italy for the past few years, and God knows I didn't plan to leave it like this.

But I am. Maybe Mia's right; at least I'm alive and I can walk and live a normal life.

I just can't fly.

And that's what hurts more than any injury from the crash.

"What time should I come get you from the airport?"

"No need," I reply, regretting calling my sister and waking her up. I just didn't know what else to do when I came in here and was faced with boxes and the end of a career I love. "I'll get there."

"Larry-"

"It's okay, really. I'll see you in a few days."

"Be safe," she says. "And, Larry?"

"Yeah."

"It's going to be okay."

I force a grin and a nod, though she can't see either. "Of course it is."

We say our good-byes and I sit on the edge of the bed, scrub my hands over my face, and take a deep breath. I hope she's right.

~sophie~

He's back.

I take a deep, cleansing breath and push my hands through my blond hair, scrutinizing my makeup. I don't wear much, and I'm certainly not as talented with it as my best friend, Addie, but it'll do. My green eyes are accentuated nicely, lips are pink, and heart is beating faster than ever .

"You've known him your whole life. It's not like he's new," I remind myself in the mirror. "You're just going over to say hi. It's no big deal."

I don't look convinced, so I narrow my eyes and lean in. "He's just an old friend. Suck it up, buttercup. besides he broke your heart remember so please stop the excitement "

Larry is my neighbor just to you know, Mia's older brother. Addie, Mia, and I grew up together, and I've been in love with Larry for as long as I can remember but wait I must to hate him for what he did to me back then. God, one look at him usually sends the giant birds in my stomach into overdrive. He's handsome-understatement of the year-and sweet and . . . damn.

no I'm ridiculous. don't him that your still in love with him, no way you must hate him.

hate him..

hate him...

hate him..

but wait he's hurt right now, so I must to forget a little bit from the past besides I'm not in love with him anymore, it's just that we are neighbor that's why I will show some sympathy, that's right only sympathy nothing else..

I shake my head at my reflection and turn away to grab my purse and set out to Larry's parents' place, where he's been staying since arriving home a few days ago. Larry was in the Navy since he graduated from college. He was a pilot, until an accident a few months ago that resulted in him ejecting from the plane.

I've never felt fear like I did the day we received the call that he'd been hurt. And the past few months of him being on the other side of the world have been torture. I could see him to make sure he was okay. He had to recover, then go through the process of being discharged from the Navy before he could come home.

Thank God he's back now. I gave him a couple of days to acclimate, but I just can't stay away anymore. I need to see him.

And I'm nervous as hell.

I park at the curb by his parents' house, gather my courage about me, and walk up the sidewalk to the front door, knocking with more conviction than I feel.

There isn't any movement in the house, making me frown. It's early enough in the day that he should be home.

I knock again, and just when I'm about to give up and leave, the door is yanked open and there he is.

Half-*****.

Hair rumpled.

Eyes blurry.

Did I mention that he's half freaking *****?

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice rough with sleep, snapping me out of my openmouthed stare.

"Were you still asleep?" I ask, squaring my shoulders and schooling my face to seem as though I see half-***** men every day.

Which I don't. Certainly not tall, dark-haired men with ice-blue eyes and olive skin and washboard abs.

Jesus.

"It's early," he mumbles, and scrubs his hand over his face. He's not asking me in. He doesn't look happy to see me.

He hasn't even hugged me, which probably isn't a bad thing considering that he's half-***** and I'd probably do something stupid like tackle him to the ground and molest him.

Down, girl.

"It's not that early," I point out, and he turns narrowed eyes on me and firms his jaw, and I realize that not only is he not thrilled that I'm here, he's . . . irritated.

"I'm still shaking the jet lag," he says. "What do you need, Sophie?"

I take a small step back and shake my head. "I don't need anything, Larry. I just wanted to stop by and say welcome home."

"Thanks." His voice is a little flat. I was not expecting this at all. sometimes having another thought is also an option, if I will know that this will happen...argh!!! I hate this..

I do know one thing: I need to get out of here.

I'm sorry I came.

"I'm sorry that I woke you up," I murmur, my eyes on my feet as I turn away.

"I'll see you."

"Sophie" he says, but I don't stop to see what he's about to say. My fight-or-flight reflex has kicked in, and all I can think is Get out of here.

"How embarrassing," I mutter, fighting tears.

"Why would he want to see you, Sophie,?argh!! You're just an ex, so back off!!."

But it wasn't always that way.

Back in the day, we were friends.

He and I always got along well, and I refuse to believe that it was just because of the game with there friends.

We had things in common, and we had conversations. And when he left for the Navy, he left a hole in my life that I tried to fill with a mistake of a marriage.

I miss him. I mean I hate him and I've hated him for years. And now he's home and he doesn't want me? fine!! I don't want you too

I'll just have to learn to live with that.

Besides, it's not like I can claim that I know him well.

ex or not, why would I think that he'd suddenly be thrilled to see me and swoop me up in a tight hug, then want to share breakfast and conversation?

I sigh as I park in my driveway, kill the engine, and finally face the fact that despite our past, I don't really know Larry anymore.

I'm not that girl anymore either.

"Stupid," I whisper, and slam my car door shut and climb the steps to my porch, unlock my door, and to my utter shock, see a gray-and-white streak run between my legs and into my house, then stop at the entrance to my kitchen, turn, and sit on its butt, as if he belongs here.

"Oh, no, you've got to go," I say sternly.

"Come on." I gesture to the door, but the cat just blinks, then licks his tail twice before returning his gaze to me .

I've never seen this cat before in my life.

"Where did you come from?" I ask, propping my fists on my hips and giving the cat my best glare.

It doesn't seem to bother him.

"You need to go," I say, and march toward him.

"Scoot. Outside."

He simply runs out of my reach into the living room, watching me.

"Meow."

"No, you can't stay," I reply, as if I'm carrying on a conversation with the feline.

"Seriously, I don't like cats."

"Meow."

"Because they're moody and snobby. I'm really a dog person," I say, trying to reason with him. He flicks his tail and turns away from me.

"Seriously, I'm not even allowed to have pets here. My landlord doesn't allow it."

Great. Now I'm lying to the cat. I own this house.

"It's not you, it's me," I try, but the cat lies down on his back, exposing his belly, and stretches out on my expensive area rug, making himself at home.

"Meow."

"You. Have. To. Go." I clap my hands and move fast, trying to scare him out and through the open front door, but he runs in the opposite direction.

"Seriously? You're really starting to piss me off."

"Meow."

"Meow."

He jumps up on the back of my couch and crouches, watching to see what my next move will be so he can dodge it, I'm sure.

"I said outside," I say, my voice heavy with authority.

Finally, he jumps down and runs through my legs, toward the front door, and when I turn around, there's Larry, with a shirt on now, leaning against the doorjamb with a smirk on his face and the cat weaving through his legs, purring.

"What are you trying to do to your cat?" he asks as he leans down and scoops the terrorist into his arms.

"He's not my cat," I reply, and blow out a gusty sigh.

"He ran in here and now I can't get him to leave."

"Smart cat," he says, and scratches the feline's head. Larry's blue eyes are on mine as he closes the door and sits himself, and the cat, on my couch.

"By all means, both of you make yourselves at home." I roll my eyes and push my fingers through my hair.

"What do you want, Larry?"

I frown. My voice has never been this hard when I spoke to Larry before. It doesn't sit well with me.

"I'm sorry, soft," he says softly, watching the cat as it curls up in his lap and purrs happily.

"No need," I say, and sit on the love seat to the left of him.

"I shouldn't have come over without calling first." he says

I trace the pattern in the fabric of the love seat, not wanting to meet Larry's gaze. I'm still embarrassed, and disconcerted about the cat.

"I didn't mean to snap at you," Larry says.