In Between Lies by Shawna Hill Page B

wanted from them right now was sex, nothing more, nothing less. No commitments, no strings. Seemed like a large portion of them wanted to change him. It hadn’t worked so far. He knew deep down that he shouldn’t have banged her out and was regretting that she’d heavily enticed him. His flesh was weak and he felt like the bottom of his shoe sole right about now.
    He agreed to meet with her, in his own time, and with a promise that she would not call him as much, with the hopes of getting her to understand that they had no relationship whatsoever. Thoughts of Savannah danced in his mind. He needed to be stronger if he’d planned on getting with her, which meant, no more sex with Naomi, Nama, or whatever the hell she went by now.
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    Chapter 5
    Savannah quietly pulled into the long driveway that led to Kevin’s house. It was the only house that sat on top of the hill on Stately Dr. that was located on the suburban outskirts of Chicago . Because it was the only one that sat on a hill, it was not hard to find. She ran her sweaty hands over her jeans and took a deep breath before leaving the car. She’d chosen to wear something casual and comfortable, opting for a pair of faded blue jeans and a matching jacket over a plain white -scooped neck shirt.
    The evening sun was setting and the last glimpses of light were slowly graying into darkness. She clasped her leather jacket closely around her neck, knowing full well that she should have worn a heavier coat. However fashionable the leather bomber jacket was, it was not warm enough for this time of year. She knew it would be cold. She knew the weather forecast because she watched Kevin’s segment of the news every evening. She listened to the crunching noise of the fallen red, yellow, and brown trail of leaves that she crossed over to get to the front door. It looked as if someone had been in the process of raking up the leaves but decided at the last possible moment to leave them there for a while longer.
                  He had a modest setup for a single man who she thought probably had a substantial amount of money. His front room was decorated in black and white throughout. Her eye followed the precisely designed black sofa, white loveseat, and lamps and tables adorned with large asymmetrical centerpieces. To finish the look, a large black plush throw rug covered a highly polished wood floor.
                  “This is very nice,” Savannah said as she followed him through. “Did you do this yourself?” she waved her hand towards what looked like a black and white abstract painting.
                  “No a friend brought it for me. You like it?” he asked.
                  “Yes, it is beautiful.” She was impressed with his design concept throughout the home and commended him further on it. He led her to a sitting area that was located in the back of the house. In the middle of the room sat a small, single table that was decorated with one large burning candle and was set for two. To the side of the table was a huge fireplace that already had a warm, low fire burning. The crackling sound that the fire made was comforting to her. The low murmur of soft jazz was filtered through the speakers that were strategically hidden within the walls and created a well blended surround sound atmosphere. On the far left wall, opposite the fireplace, sat a large, almost life sized flat screen television.
                  “I feel like I underdressed for the