later.â He got up from the chair. Just as Dwayne reached for the door to leave her office, Sonya stopped him.
âYou know, donât you?â
Dwayne turned back around to face her. âExcuse me?â
âMy mother. You know, donât you?â
Dwayne nodded his head. âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asked, his eyes leveling with her own.
Sonya took a deep breath, then walked over to stand in front of him. âWould you have taken the case if I had told you that mother was serving time for the exact crime my sister is charged with?â
Dwayneâs expression told her the answer to that question. âBut you knew I would find out.â
âMaybe I was just trying to buy some time,â she said, looking away from his intense stare.
âTime for what?â Dwayne asked as she walked back to the window to look out at the tiny people below.
âI knew if you met my sister that you would know the kind of person she is, and that this is really two different cases.â
The room was silent. Sonya was too afraid to turn around. She didnât want this man to see her tears. She had already let him see her cry before, and she refused to let that happen again. Sonya inhaled his fragrance and knew that he was now standing behind her. Suddenly it became difficult to breathe and her stomach was doing those funny tricks again.
âYouâre right,â she heard him say, his breath warm against her neck. âI canât turn down this case now.â Sonyaâs knees grew weaker by the seconds. Slowly she turned around to face him. He was standing closer than she thought. Their eyes held each other spellbound, and Sonya couldnât pull away if she had tried. She noticed how curly his lashes were. He was leaning closer, and Sonyaâs heart felt like it was about to explode in her chest. He was going to kiss her. Sonya knew it as she tilted her face upward in anticipation, her eyes closed.
âMiss Walters?â Tina said, bolting through the door.
Sonya jumped away from Dwayne and looked away toward her desk. She could feel her cheeks flame from embarrassment.
âI must be going,â Dwayne said, his own voice cracking. âIâll talk with you later, Miss Walters.â
Sonya nodded in response, refusing to look at him. When she heard the door close behind him, she released her breath that she had unconsciously held. She looked over at Tina, who was smiling from ear to ear. âThis better be important.â
Chapter 7
One week laterâ¦
âD addy, time to get up!â Bridget yelled.
Dwayne peered up at his clock, which read five-thirty. Does that girl ever sleep? He couldnât fathom ever having so much energy. He heard Bridgetâs stereo blasting well past two oâclock this morning, and now she was waking him up. Aging is such a cruel joke.
Finally Dwayne mustered up the strength to throw one leg over the edge of the bed and then the other one. He appreciated the fresh aroma of coffee brewing downstairs. The girl did have her good qualities, he thought, smiling.
After his morning shower, he made it down the stairs dressed in his blue Fatherâs Day robe. He poured his ritual cup of coffee and turned on the nine-inch TV that sat on the kitchen counter.
âToday in local news, Sergeant Freeman of the Atlanta Police Department announced the departmentâs new plan of affirmative action to help prevent crime.â
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Dwayne sipped at his coffee as he watched the graying sergeant take the podium.
âGood morning, ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of the Atlanta Police Department, Iâd like to address our current problem with the alarming number of homicide cases. In May, we had a record high of fifty-two cases. And already for the first week in June, weâve had fifteen casesââ
âWhatâs the departmentâs plan, Sergeant?â a reporter butted in.
âTo enforce tougher
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