her. “Because you knew I would’ve told you to get rid of it! I told you I never wanted children!”
Shaking her head, backing away from Nick’s tyranny, Summer placed a protective hand on her belly.
Completely paralyzed by Nick’s barbaric behavior she braced herself. The building storm was about to erupt into a full-blown monsoon.
Shoving his hands in his pants pockets to keep from shaking Summer, Nick continued with his line of attack.
“You wanted to start this little game, Summer. Now I’m going to finish it for you. I told you I only give a person one chance Summer to cross me.” Nick rubbed both hands over his short-cropped hair in frustration, letting out a deep breath. “Summer… you crossed me.”
This is what Summer feared more than anything. He was going in for the kill. She had to make him understand. Begging she said, “Please Nick, I…I never meant to. Let me explain, help you understand.”
Banging his fist against the wall, he yelled, “No, Summer! You need to understand that a paternity test will be done! For all I know it may not even be mine! But if it is, trust me, you’ll never see your precious baby… ever!”
Nick stormed out the door, slamming it shut.
Summer’s heart wrenching sobs could be heard as Nick made his way to his vehicle.
♥♥♥
Kevin sat at a table in the back and looked at his watch. This had better be good. He was already in hot water with Trina. Tonight had been the second time he bailed out on her at the last minute. A wry smile crossed his face as he thought about all the ways he would make it up to her.
Trina was not the type of girl you would take home to mom, but for the present time she would do. Trina was a straight up freak in bed. Kevin blew out an annoyed breath as he mumbled, “Nick better have a damn good reason for dragging me down here.”
He checked his watch again and signaled the waitress to come to his table. He had just told her ten minutes ago he was waiting for his brother and would wait to order when he arrived. Agitated, Kevin suddenly needed a drink.
“Yes Sir, what can I get for you?” The waitress asked as she showed off a set of deep dimples when she smiled. Kevin was a sucker for dimples.
“How ‘bout your number and a shot of Hennessy?” Kevin winked as he flashed his Mack Daddy smile.
Flattered by the come on the waitress blushed. “I’ll be right back with your drink, Sir?”
Kevin leaned back in his chair and grinned as he watched the young woman seductively sway her hips as she strutted away. That’s when he spied Nick thundering through the door. What the hell is his problem? He looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands.
Nick and Kevin Dawson had been boys since their high school days at Central. Since the age of fourteen the pair had been more like brothers than friends. They even referred to each other as brothers in the literal sense. The bond they shared was almost psychic in nature. The mere sight or sound of the other’s voice always revealed if trouble was headed their way. Whether it was an affair gone wrong or a business deal gone south, the other always knew when something was off kilter. Tonight there definitely was a problem with Nick. Kevin knew something was up when he called, telling him to meet him at Warm Daddy’s.
When Nick approached the table Kevin stood, the two greeted each other with a handshake and masculine hug.
Kevin was the first to speak as he gestured for Nick to sit. “Man what gives, you look like you could spit fire?”
Before Nick could respond, the waitress was at the table giving Kevin his drink.
Roaming Nick over appreciating what she saw, smiling seductively her voice dropped a sultry octave. “What can I get for you, Sir?”
“A double scotch.” Nick’s tone was flat letting her know he wasn’t interested.
Embarrassed by his dismissal the waitress quickly fled their table, muttering, “I’ll be right back with your drink, Sir.”
“Man, did
Shaking her head, backing away from Nick’s tyranny, Summer placed a protective hand on her belly.
Completely paralyzed by Nick’s barbaric behavior she braced herself. The building storm was about to erupt into a full-blown monsoon.
Shoving his hands in his pants pockets to keep from shaking Summer, Nick continued with his line of attack.
“You wanted to start this little game, Summer. Now I’m going to finish it for you. I told you I only give a person one chance Summer to cross me.” Nick rubbed both hands over his short-cropped hair in frustration, letting out a deep breath. “Summer… you crossed me.”
This is what Summer feared more than anything. He was going in for the kill. She had to make him understand. Begging she said, “Please Nick, I…I never meant to. Let me explain, help you understand.”
Banging his fist against the wall, he yelled, “No, Summer! You need to understand that a paternity test will be done! For all I know it may not even be mine! But if it is, trust me, you’ll never see your precious baby… ever!”
Nick stormed out the door, slamming it shut.
Summer’s heart wrenching sobs could be heard as Nick made his way to his vehicle.
♥♥♥
Kevin sat at a table in the back and looked at his watch. This had better be good. He was already in hot water with Trina. Tonight had been the second time he bailed out on her at the last minute. A wry smile crossed his face as he thought about all the ways he would make it up to her.
Trina was not the type of girl you would take home to mom, but for the present time she would do. Trina was a straight up freak in bed. Kevin blew out an annoyed breath as he mumbled, “Nick better have a damn good reason for dragging me down here.”
He checked his watch again and signaled the waitress to come to his table. He had just told her ten minutes ago he was waiting for his brother and would wait to order when he arrived. Agitated, Kevin suddenly needed a drink.
“Yes Sir, what can I get for you?” The waitress asked as she showed off a set of deep dimples when she smiled. Kevin was a sucker for dimples.
“How ‘bout your number and a shot of Hennessy?” Kevin winked as he flashed his Mack Daddy smile.
Flattered by the come on the waitress blushed. “I’ll be right back with your drink, Sir?”
Kevin leaned back in his chair and grinned as he watched the young woman seductively sway her hips as she strutted away. That’s when he spied Nick thundering through the door. What the hell is his problem? He looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands.
Nick and Kevin Dawson had been boys since their high school days at Central. Since the age of fourteen the pair had been more like brothers than friends. They even referred to each other as brothers in the literal sense. The bond they shared was almost psychic in nature. The mere sight or sound of the other’s voice always revealed if trouble was headed their way. Whether it was an affair gone wrong or a business deal gone south, the other always knew when something was off kilter. Tonight there definitely was a problem with Nick. Kevin knew something was up when he called, telling him to meet him at Warm Daddy’s.
When Nick approached the table Kevin stood, the two greeted each other with a handshake and masculine hug.
Kevin was the first to speak as he gestured for Nick to sit. “Man what gives, you look like you could spit fire?”
Before Nick could respond, the waitress was at the table giving Kevin his drink.
Roaming Nick over appreciating what she saw, smiling seductively her voice dropped a sultry octave. “What can I get for you, Sir?”
“A double scotch.” Nick’s tone was flat letting her know he wasn’t interested.
Embarrassed by his dismissal the waitress quickly fled their table, muttering, “I’ll be right back with your drink, Sir.”
“Man, did
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