not my fault. Your brother is in rare form tonight. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s trippin.” She clicked the keypad to lock her car, which she was leaving at Mama Rose’s, and settled in the seat next to Chelsea. “I can remember praying to hear what he was just saying to me.”
“If you prayed for him to be hot for your body, your prayers have been answered.
Unless you want to find out if he’s still a dog, you’d better make a wide path around him. Every conversation we’ve had lately has included how much he wants you. I keep telling him I’m not going to be a party to him hurting you.”
“I don’t know if he’s hot for my body or just hot, period. He wanted me to ride
with him, like I’m not smart enough to know what he had in mind.” She looked at Chelsea. “That reminds me.” She cocked her head to one side. “What were you and Isaac doing outside for so long?”
“Mostly waiting for him to cool off.” Still on fire from the tantalizing teaser, she felt certain Dee could see the pained expression on her face when she thought of his hands on her skin. “He certainly is hot tonight. What happened when we were outside has revved my engine to the max. Judging from that hungry look in my brother’s eyes, you’re in for more than I just got.”
“So he is that hot for me? What has he been saying about me?”
“What didn’t he say? He obviously doesn’t say favorable things about the men
you date, going back to James. He saying he’s changed and wants me to talk you into giving him a chance. I’d love to see the two of you together, but I’m not suggesting you trust a man whose penis can navigate New Orleans better than my car, even if he is my brother.”
“And you think he would do that with me, too?”
“I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine a leopard changing his spots at this late date, even when he really wants to anchor his fangs. Skip has been a hound for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure he’s capable of changing.” Feeling guilty for not giving her brother a positive plug, she added, “I know he wants you. I can’t swear to anything past that.”
She parked across from a historic stone building with a freshly printed banner
across the door and locked her car. The two of them stepped carefully across the broken concrete and around to the front door.
“There’s that Bentley again,” Chelsea told Dee. “I saw it when we were leaving the restaurant, but I didn’t get a good look at the driver. One of those vanity plates.”
“I got a good look at him. The brother is fresh. If we see him in here, I might have to slip away from you and Skip.”
They walked into the large building that had once housed a bank. The interior was an infinite contrast to the crumbling façade. The name, Calhoun’s, flashed in the middle of a neon shamrock, while a crowd of well-dressed customers mingled amidst the vivid colors, bright lights, and loud music.
Skip had a table and was prominently situated between two chairs. Chelsea liked having her big brother close by, especially when she was not with a date. Looking over the crowd, she saw that they were definitely in the mix.
“I ordered drinks,” Skip said, looking at Chelsea with a frown. “Do you know that
guy in the corner? His eyes have been glued on you since you walked in.”
Chelsea pretended to adjust her chair, dropped her head and peered to the left.
Recognition came with a muffled cry of surprise. The man in question had a powerful build, skin the color of honey, and wavy hair trimmed close to his neck. His eyes were deep, penetrating, and just a little hard. “That’s Quincy Beckham.”
“He’s the dude with the Bentley.” Dee nudged her side. “How do you know
him?”
While Skip explained his significance to Dee, Chelsea returned Quincy’s crooked
smile and watched his face glow in the random flashes of light.
“So he’s the defense attorney? From the way he’s
“If you prayed for him to be hot for your body, your prayers have been answered.
Unless you want to find out if he’s still a dog, you’d better make a wide path around him. Every conversation we’ve had lately has included how much he wants you. I keep telling him I’m not going to be a party to him hurting you.”
“I don’t know if he’s hot for my body or just hot, period. He wanted me to ride
with him, like I’m not smart enough to know what he had in mind.” She looked at Chelsea. “That reminds me.” She cocked her head to one side. “What were you and Isaac doing outside for so long?”
“Mostly waiting for him to cool off.” Still on fire from the tantalizing teaser, she felt certain Dee could see the pained expression on her face when she thought of his hands on her skin. “He certainly is hot tonight. What happened when we were outside has revved my engine to the max. Judging from that hungry look in my brother’s eyes, you’re in for more than I just got.”
“So he is that hot for me? What has he been saying about me?”
“What didn’t he say? He obviously doesn’t say favorable things about the men
you date, going back to James. He saying he’s changed and wants me to talk you into giving him a chance. I’d love to see the two of you together, but I’m not suggesting you trust a man whose penis can navigate New Orleans better than my car, even if he is my brother.”
“And you think he would do that with me, too?”
“I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine a leopard changing his spots at this late date, even when he really wants to anchor his fangs. Skip has been a hound for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure he’s capable of changing.” Feeling guilty for not giving her brother a positive plug, she added, “I know he wants you. I can’t swear to anything past that.”
She parked across from a historic stone building with a freshly printed banner
across the door and locked her car. The two of them stepped carefully across the broken concrete and around to the front door.
“There’s that Bentley again,” Chelsea told Dee. “I saw it when we were leaving the restaurant, but I didn’t get a good look at the driver. One of those vanity plates.”
“I got a good look at him. The brother is fresh. If we see him in here, I might have to slip away from you and Skip.”
They walked into the large building that had once housed a bank. The interior was an infinite contrast to the crumbling façade. The name, Calhoun’s, flashed in the middle of a neon shamrock, while a crowd of well-dressed customers mingled amidst the vivid colors, bright lights, and loud music.
Skip had a table and was prominently situated between two chairs. Chelsea liked having her big brother close by, especially when she was not with a date. Looking over the crowd, she saw that they were definitely in the mix.
“I ordered drinks,” Skip said, looking at Chelsea with a frown. “Do you know that
guy in the corner? His eyes have been glued on you since you walked in.”
Chelsea pretended to adjust her chair, dropped her head and peered to the left.
Recognition came with a muffled cry of surprise. The man in question had a powerful build, skin the color of honey, and wavy hair trimmed close to his neck. His eyes were deep, penetrating, and just a little hard. “That’s Quincy Beckham.”
“He’s the dude with the Bentley.” Dee nudged her side. “How do you know
him?”
While Skip explained his significance to Dee, Chelsea returned Quincy’s crooked
smile and watched his face glow in the random flashes of light.
“So he’s the defense attorney? From the way he’s
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