gone back inside the house.
He was wrong.
“That was a fancy car, wasn’t it?”
“Yup.” He moved around the truck, bending over to watch the side, his bare back to the house. His grandmother was nosier than a detective and he silently hoped she would let it drop, but he knew damn well she would not. She was quiet for a while, only the steady “bump-bump” of her favorite Maple rocking chair hitting against the solid granite porch, made a noise. Devon knew that any second now she would say some—
“Ain’t nothing else down that way but the house y’all building on Tessa and Odis’s land for their grandbaby.”
He said nothing as he sprayed water from the hose onto the truck with the nozzle. He enjoyed the feel of the cold water bouncing off the truck and on to his chest. It offered slight relief from the sizzling summer heat.
Lillian Jamison leaned back in her rocking chair. As she rocked, she wished that Deshawn was home, although church was a good place to be. Like her, he was talkative and curious, something the more reserved Devon called nosy. Now he was like his daddy. Devon kept everything inside and could sit for an hour straight and not say one solitary word. They were twins and the splitting image of one another but as different as night and day. She loved them both just the same. Her boys… well, okay, they were grown men who owned their own business and home, but it felt good to call them her boys, so she did…to herself anyway.
She continued to rock in her chair, watching Devon as he waxed his truck, but keeping an eye on the road as well. Soon he finished up and came to sit on the porch, wiping the water and sweat from his chest with a towel. In the direction of the Bolton land the road eventually became a dead end, so whoever it was in the red car would have to turn around eventually and drive back. She hadn’t. Lil’ knew that it had to be Tessa’s grandbaby, finally come home.
“Vonnie, maybe you could drive down and check things out.”
Devon had to agree with his grandmother now. It had been close to a half hour since the red BMW had flown by. He pulled on his Calvin Klein white tank. “I’ll drive down.”
“Thank you, baby,” she said, sweet as sugar now.
He pulled his keys out of the pocket of his damp jeans and walked over to his truck to hop up onto the plush gray leather seat of the extended cab. Turning the key in the ignition, he started the vehicle and put the gear into reverse, backing out of the spacious yard onto the paved driveway. The blaring of a horn and the screech of tires caused Devon to jerk down on his brakes. “What the hell?”
He looked to his right, outside his passenger window and was nearly blinded by the crimson red of the car, precariously close to his rear bumper. Angry because he knew she had been speeding, Devon jerked the emergency break up, threw the truck into park and slammed out of the cab. As he stalked around the length of the truck, she unfolded her tall, curvaceous frame from the car. Devon came to a sudden halt in his tracks.
Electricity whipped between them like a bolt of lightning. The attraction was instantaneous. Their eyes traveled each other’s bodies, taking in everything. Desire coursed through their veins like fire!
∞
Chloe was mesmerized by his magnificence. This caramel-toned brother, with a strong, muscular physique, was more attractive than many of the male supermodels she worked with. He was fine, reminiscent of Taimak from The Last Dragon. She wanted to touch the soft waves of his freshly cut fade; she longed to look deeply into his deep-set ebony eyes and see into his soul; she could visualize him inhaling of her perfume with his long, wide-bridged nose; she wanted to feel the smoothness of his square jawline against her cheek; and oh Lord, she wanted to be kissed with those soft, supple lips.
Chloe was overwhelmed by him. She actually felt breathless.
He was an African warrior. He was divine. She had
He was wrong.
“That was a fancy car, wasn’t it?”
“Yup.” He moved around the truck, bending over to watch the side, his bare back to the house. His grandmother was nosier than a detective and he silently hoped she would let it drop, but he knew damn well she would not. She was quiet for a while, only the steady “bump-bump” of her favorite Maple rocking chair hitting against the solid granite porch, made a noise. Devon knew that any second now she would say some—
“Ain’t nothing else down that way but the house y’all building on Tessa and Odis’s land for their grandbaby.”
He said nothing as he sprayed water from the hose onto the truck with the nozzle. He enjoyed the feel of the cold water bouncing off the truck and on to his chest. It offered slight relief from the sizzling summer heat.
Lillian Jamison leaned back in her rocking chair. As she rocked, she wished that Deshawn was home, although church was a good place to be. Like her, he was talkative and curious, something the more reserved Devon called nosy. Now he was like his daddy. Devon kept everything inside and could sit for an hour straight and not say one solitary word. They were twins and the splitting image of one another but as different as night and day. She loved them both just the same. Her boys… well, okay, they were grown men who owned their own business and home, but it felt good to call them her boys, so she did…to herself anyway.
She continued to rock in her chair, watching Devon as he waxed his truck, but keeping an eye on the road as well. Soon he finished up and came to sit on the porch, wiping the water and sweat from his chest with a towel. In the direction of the Bolton land the road eventually became a dead end, so whoever it was in the red car would have to turn around eventually and drive back. She hadn’t. Lil’ knew that it had to be Tessa’s grandbaby, finally come home.
“Vonnie, maybe you could drive down and check things out.”
Devon had to agree with his grandmother now. It had been close to a half hour since the red BMW had flown by. He pulled on his Calvin Klein white tank. “I’ll drive down.”
“Thank you, baby,” she said, sweet as sugar now.
He pulled his keys out of the pocket of his damp jeans and walked over to his truck to hop up onto the plush gray leather seat of the extended cab. Turning the key in the ignition, he started the vehicle and put the gear into reverse, backing out of the spacious yard onto the paved driveway. The blaring of a horn and the screech of tires caused Devon to jerk down on his brakes. “What the hell?”
He looked to his right, outside his passenger window and was nearly blinded by the crimson red of the car, precariously close to his rear bumper. Angry because he knew she had been speeding, Devon jerked the emergency break up, threw the truck into park and slammed out of the cab. As he stalked around the length of the truck, she unfolded her tall, curvaceous frame from the car. Devon came to a sudden halt in his tracks.
Electricity whipped between them like a bolt of lightning. The attraction was instantaneous. Their eyes traveled each other’s bodies, taking in everything. Desire coursed through their veins like fire!
∞
Chloe was mesmerized by his magnificence. This caramel-toned brother, with a strong, muscular physique, was more attractive than many of the male supermodels she worked with. He was fine, reminiscent of Taimak from The Last Dragon. She wanted to touch the soft waves of his freshly cut fade; she longed to look deeply into his deep-set ebony eyes and see into his soul; she could visualize him inhaling of her perfume with his long, wide-bridged nose; she wanted to feel the smoothness of his square jawline against her cheek; and oh Lord, she wanted to be kissed with those soft, supple lips.
Chloe was overwhelmed by him. She actually felt breathless.
He was an African warrior. He was divine. She had
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