“Ayanna, are you listening to me?”
Blinking rapidly, Ayanna shook her head,
dragged back to the moment. “Sorry Lauren, I got lost there
for a sec.”
“From the dreamy expression on your face, I’d
bet it was a guy.”
Ayanna blushed. “Yeah, it was.”
“Who?” Lauren asked, more than ready to dish
some dirt with her friend.
A blonde eyebrow rose. “You haven’t ever
talked much about him. I guess I always assumed your
relationship had ended badly.”
A short bark of laughter slipped out.
“Relationship? Let’s just say I was being ‘liberated’ and
such. Went to the Thunderbirds air show and the fireworks
afterward. The rest was history.”
Lauren opened and shut her mouth. “Is Devon’s
father military?” Her head cocked to the side in question.
Ayanna shrugged. “He said he was staying at
Kirkland. To be honest…I didn’t care. I was at lot younger
then, still trying to figure out what I wanted to do.”
Lauren smirked. “Since I’ve met Devon, I’d
say you did do something you wanted to.”
Running a hand down her face, Ayanna narrowed
her eyes. Leaning forward, she whispered in a conspiratorial
tone, “I did and it was wonderful. I have never, and
I mean never, felt like that.”
“What happened between you two?” Lauren
“What do you mean? We had a wonderful night
and then…parted ways.”
“I mean, why didn’t you tell him about
“I didn’t know until I was two months
pregnant.” Ayanna smoothed out her sandwich bag and put it
back into her lunch container. “I had to settle down and get
my life in order— and fast—so that’s what I did.”
“Were you scared he wouldn’t—”
“No,” Ayanna interrupted. “I didn’t even
think about him at all. The second I got the news I was
pregnant, my whole world shifted. It was all about the
precious life I carried. And has been ever since. Having
Devon is the greatest thing that could have happened to me.
Sure, I wish circumstances had been different. Like marriage
beforehand, but it didn’t happen that way.”
She placed her empty water bottle inside the
container as well. “I wasn’t anywhere near New Mexico and
didn’t have extra money to attempt to find him. Okay,
perhaps I was scared of rejection.” Ayanna fiddled with her
lunch box. “Perhaps I was scared to hear anything negative
out of his mouth. I wanted to remember him as he was when we
spent the night together. Passionate. Sexual. Erotic. Not
angry and accusing. I had enough on my plate to deal with.”
Lauren smiled softly and reached her hand
across the round wire table. “I’m glad we became friends.
And I am going to stop questioning you about this, because—”
She pointed to the left.
Ayanna followed her friend’s finger with her
gaze and smiled. Erma, her babysitter who was really more
like a grandmother, and her son were heading toward them.
Devon churned his little legs as fast as he could, a silly
grin on his face.
Standing, she started to walk to him.
“Ayanna? Ayanna, is that you?”
Looking behind her, she met the gaze of the
person who called out to her and froze. Staring back at her
was the most sensual pair of dark chocolate eyes she’d seen
in her life.
Michael Kelly Taylor.
Dear sweet Jesus. Am I imagining him? How
come he still looks so damn good?
She allowed her gaze to roam over his body.
Everything around her faded as his stare touched her like
the lover he’d been to her that one wonderful night. Her
lower body reacted much the same way it had the night they
had met. Suddenly, she grew damp. Her hand touched the base
of her throat. All it takes is a look and I am ready.
Ready for him to… Mentally shaking the direction of
those thoughts away, Ayanna fought to moisturise her dry
throat. How is it when my mouth
goes dry my pussy is drenched?
“Michael?” she murmured.
The afternoon sun glinted off his dark hair.
Those muscles covering his body were more defined than they
had been before. His body rippled with power and the promise
In slow motion, she took in his jeans and the
shirt and realised he was the same man who’d returned her
purse to Lauren. The same man who’d given her more pleasure
than anyone had a right to experience.
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