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still had the
nerve, while he was on her mind. She went home instead, got
comfortable in her bed and thought about the time she’d spent with
Donovan. No, she didn’t have any sort of romantic feelings for
Donovan, but she still felt guilty about being with him. In a hotel
room…
    The more she thought about it, the worse she
felt. And why was Donovan so eager to help her, anyway? To seek out
her father? Was he really that generous, or did he have
other things in mind?
    She sat in the middle of the bed and rubbed
her eyes, glanced at the clock and noticed it was close to noon.
She stood up, stretched her arms up in the air and yawned, then
took her cell phone from the night stand. Carter had called three
times this morning alone, followed by a text message that read: Where were you last night?
    Shayla frowned. So he’s watching me ,
she thought. She should not have been surprised about it. If he
took the time to make sure Donovan was watching her when she was
living in Norfolk, surely he would do the job himself in Charlotte.
Besides, they were still married.
    After showering, she headed downstairs for
breakfast. And again, she sat at the table alone, with a cup of
strawberries and a serving of plain yogurt, eating and thinking
about her life. When would she ever talk to Carter again? Why had
Jacob written a note specifically to Carter if he disliked him so
much? Why was Donovan being so nice to her?
    She bit into a strawberry and her phone
buzzed, vibrating against the table. She picked it up, noticing it
was Donovan. I thought I told him to text me …
    “Hello.”
    “Hey…it’s Donovan. Look, Shayla, I’m sorry
if I did something to upset—”
    “Don’t worry about it,” she said, butting
in.
    “No. I apologize, okay.”
    “Okay.” She tossed another strawberry in her
mouth. “So…um…how did you arrange the meet and greet with my
father?” she asked, getting straight to the point.
    “Well, he wanted to meet up Saturday
evening.”
    “Okay, so…”
    “I’m flying back to Virginia Friday night. I
can get you a ticket to come back with me. Then you can meet your
father and fly back to Charlotte first thing Sunday morning. I know
it sounds like a lot but it’ll be worth it. He’s very anxious to
see you.”
    After thinking it over for a moment, Shayla
said, “All right. It’s now or never, right?”
    “Right,” he agreed.
    Shayla could sense he was smiling from the
way he answered.
    “Well, lunch is over for me,” Donovan said,
“So I’m going to get back to work. I’ll call you tomorrow night to
make sure we’re all set for Friday. Sounds good?”
    “Yeah.”
    “And I’ll go ahead and order your plane
ticket. Hopefully, they can sit you next to me in first class.”
    “Okay.”
    “Of course if there aren’t any first class
tickets available, I’ll gladly give you my seat and I’ll take a
coach.”
    “You don’t have to do that, Donovan.”
    “Well, let’s hope they have more seats
available in first class, then I won’t have to.”
    “Either way it goes, I’ll give you the money
for the ticket when I see you on Friday.”
    “Consider it a gift.”
    Shayla sighed. He loved giving gifts. “Well,
thanks.”
    “You’re welcome. Talk to you soon,
okay?”
    “All right. Bye.”

Chapter 8
     
    After work, Carter went back to his hotel
and changed into some gym sweats. He had so much pent-up
frustration, that going to the gym and lifting weights was one of
the ways he used to relieve some of it.
    When he stepped in the gym, he noticed a
bunch of women on the treadmill were staring at him. And after he
walked on by them, he walked over to a weight bench – saw Terrance
standing there with a towel around his neck.
    “Tee, why do you have that towel around your
neck? You haven’t even broken a sweat.”
    “I was waiting for you to get here,
man.”
    “Oh. I thought you’d be in here trying to
impress those women on the treadmill.”
    Terrance chuckled. “You mean those