Chicki Brown presents… “A WOMAN’S WORTH”
School media specialist, Gianne Marvray, has been through the worst two years of her life physically and emotionally. After a battle with cancer and all it entails, she is finally ready to start living her life again. She wants to see new places, meet new people and experience new things, but she isn’t ready for the rollercoaster ride she’s about to embark on when she meets Las Vegas personal trainer and raw vegan foods advocate, Marc Stafford.
After a four year absence, Marc comes home to Atlanta to attend a family celebration in one of his brother’s honor. He’s not thrilled about seeing his father, but he has promised his mother that he won’t throw off the family balance by being the only one of their six sons absent. All Marc wants to do is make an appearance at the event and spend a little time with his brothers. Little does he know that this is the night he will meet the woman who will forever change his life.
“I wasn’t aware that you and Marcus knew each other,” Dr. Stafford said, eyeing his son from where he stood in the kitchen that opened into an enormous family room with an equally enormous fireplace facing floor-to-ceiling windows.
“We just met today, Daddy,” Marc said, giving an anxious glance into the spacious room beyond the kitchen. The two toddlers had made themselves comfortable on either side of a woman Marc introduced as Ramona, Vic’s wife. Heat filled Gianne’s cheeks when Ramona looked her up and down and said, “My God, she’s gorgeous, Marc.”
Gianne wondered why he didn’t bother to tell her they weren’t a couple, but he merely said, “And that’s coming from a former Miss Georgia. She’s responsible for giving old ugly Vic these cute kids.”
“Marc’s here!” Nick announced and almost a dozen pairs of eyes focused on them. Two equally good-looking men rose from the sectional sofa and rushed over to meet her.
“These are the two you haven’t met, Greg and Nick. Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Gianne Marvray.”
She scanned the three men before her and silently thought that the fineness quotient in this one room was off the charts.
“Whoa. You’re looking real Vegas, man,” Greg said, giving the hair draping over Marc’s collar a playful flip.
Gianne didn’t miss the way Marc drew back with a quick jerk before he said, “Well, we’re a little more relaxed out west.”
Dr. Stafford shook his head and groused, “Too relaxed, if you ask me.”
Marc’s mother reached up and patted his cheek. “I love his hair long. It reminds me of when he was a little boy.”
“And people always mistook him for a girl,” Dr. Stafford mumbled.
His father’s comment seemed strange to her, since it was clear Marc had him to thank – or blame – for the wavy hair, only Dr. Stafford’s was cut short and brushed back from his face.
The air in the room crackled with a confusing mixture of love, admiration, jealousy, disappointment, and hurt feelings. Gianne couldn’t wait to learn more about them.
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