they have downstairs in the cafe," Lisha said, rising
and reaching her hand out to her granddaughter.
Kael rose as well.
Kade looked over his shoulder at them. "Don't
be long. The nurse said she'll be right back with my
release papers."
They ignored him and filed right on out of the
room.
Kade shook his head. "You know they left us alone
on purpose," he told her.
"No," Garcelle said, with mock disbelief.
"As soon as they see a pretty face, they get to plotting."
Garcelle tilted her head to the side. "Ah. You think
I'm pretty?" she asked, with saccharine sweetness.
K-ide copied her arched eyebrow. "I've seen better."
"I don't get no complaints, baby," she told him,
with Latin spice, before she rose from the chair and
walked back over to the window.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked suddenly.
"I used to," she said, looking out the window at
the cars driving past the hospital. "It ended kind
of bad, you know. So right now I'm just working to
save for nursing school by baby-sitting this pretty
little girl and playing bodyguard for her grouchy
daddy."
Kade reached for one of his pillows and tossed it
at her, with effort.
Lisha watched her granddaughter select and pay
for a slice of chocolate cake. She thought of her son
and Garcelle upstairs, and her eyes, which were so
like Kade's, lit up.
"Uh oh," said Kael.
Lisha smoothed her hands over her jean slacks as
she glanced over to her handsome husband. "What?"
she asked, with mock innocence.
He shook his head. "Kade already told me that
he and Garcelle are just friends, so just erase the
thought from your mind."
"But didn't you see how comfortable they are
with each other?" Lisha asked, lowering her voice
as Kadina made her way across the cafe.
Kael's eyes rested on her. "Friends usually are
comfortable with each other, Lisha."
She winked just like Kahron. "And sometimes
friends become lovers," she whispered behind her
hand as Kadina reached them.
A sharp dart of pain roused Kade from his nap.
He winced as he smacked his mouth at the taste of
sleep. It wasn't tasty.
Kade was propped up on pillows and in pajama bottoms. Both were a type of torture, because he loved
sleeping on his stomach and in the nude. Releasing a
deep breath, he turned his head on the pillow.
He hated being cooped up in his bedroom-this
bedroom-all day. Everything about it reminded
him of Reema. The brown, khaki, and gold decor.
The wedding portrait on the wall. Even her perfume bottles still sat on the dresser top.
Since he'd moved back into the house, he'd purposely spent little time in the room. He left for
work early and went to bed late. In the morning, he
was dressed and out of the room in no time. At
night he would shower and drop to sleep before he
could even think about being in that room alone.
Now he was looking at at least three days of relaxing for his ribs to heal, and there was no way
he could spend it in this room. No way in hell.
He took his time flinging back the covers and sitting up on the side of the bed. He winced as a sharp
pain vibrated across his side. "Damn," he swore.
"You are so damn hardheaded, Kade Strong."
He turned his head to find Garcelle leaning in
the doorway and looking at him, with a chastising
expression. "Leave me alone, Garcelle," he growled
as he attempted to rise to his feet.
She rushed forward to help him, mumbling something in rapid Spanish under her breath.
"At least cuss me out in English," he grumbled as
he rose to his feet.
Garcelle stood before him, with her hands on
her deeply curved hips. "You get back in that bed,
Kade Strong, or I will call your mama to come and
get on your nerves while I go home."
He looked down into her vibrant eyes. "You do
know that you work for me, and it's not the other
way around," he snapped.
Garcelle licked her lips and looked down at the
floor as she tapped her sandaled foot. She looked
up at him, with a sigh. "What I do know is your
mama's
and reaching her hand out to her granddaughter.
Kael rose as well.
Kade looked over his shoulder at them. "Don't
be long. The nurse said she'll be right back with my
release papers."
They ignored him and filed right on out of the
room.
Kade shook his head. "You know they left us alone
on purpose," he told her.
"No," Garcelle said, with mock disbelief.
"As soon as they see a pretty face, they get to plotting."
Garcelle tilted her head to the side. "Ah. You think
I'm pretty?" she asked, with saccharine sweetness.
K-ide copied her arched eyebrow. "I've seen better."
"I don't get no complaints, baby," she told him,
with Latin spice, before she rose from the chair and
walked back over to the window.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked suddenly.
"I used to," she said, looking out the window at
the cars driving past the hospital. "It ended kind
of bad, you know. So right now I'm just working to
save for nursing school by baby-sitting this pretty
little girl and playing bodyguard for her grouchy
daddy."
Kade reached for one of his pillows and tossed it
at her, with effort.
Lisha watched her granddaughter select and pay
for a slice of chocolate cake. She thought of her son
and Garcelle upstairs, and her eyes, which were so
like Kade's, lit up.
"Uh oh," said Kael.
Lisha smoothed her hands over her jean slacks as
she glanced over to her handsome husband. "What?"
she asked, with mock innocence.
He shook his head. "Kade already told me that
he and Garcelle are just friends, so just erase the
thought from your mind."
"But didn't you see how comfortable they are
with each other?" Lisha asked, lowering her voice
as Kadina made her way across the cafe.
Kael's eyes rested on her. "Friends usually are
comfortable with each other, Lisha."
She winked just like Kahron. "And sometimes
friends become lovers," she whispered behind her
hand as Kadina reached them.
A sharp dart of pain roused Kade from his nap.
He winced as he smacked his mouth at the taste of
sleep. It wasn't tasty.
Kade was propped up on pillows and in pajama bottoms. Both were a type of torture, because he loved
sleeping on his stomach and in the nude. Releasing a
deep breath, he turned his head on the pillow.
He hated being cooped up in his bedroom-this
bedroom-all day. Everything about it reminded
him of Reema. The brown, khaki, and gold decor.
The wedding portrait on the wall. Even her perfume bottles still sat on the dresser top.
Since he'd moved back into the house, he'd purposely spent little time in the room. He left for
work early and went to bed late. In the morning, he
was dressed and out of the room in no time. At
night he would shower and drop to sleep before he
could even think about being in that room alone.
Now he was looking at at least three days of relaxing for his ribs to heal, and there was no way
he could spend it in this room. No way in hell.
He took his time flinging back the covers and sitting up on the side of the bed. He winced as a sharp
pain vibrated across his side. "Damn," he swore.
"You are so damn hardheaded, Kade Strong."
He turned his head to find Garcelle leaning in
the doorway and looking at him, with a chastising
expression. "Leave me alone, Garcelle," he growled
as he attempted to rise to his feet.
She rushed forward to help him, mumbling something in rapid Spanish under her breath.
"At least cuss me out in English," he grumbled as
he rose to his feet.
Garcelle stood before him, with her hands on
her deeply curved hips. "You get back in that bed,
Kade Strong, or I will call your mama to come and
get on your nerves while I go home."
He looked down into her vibrant eyes. "You do
know that you work for me, and it's not the other
way around," he snapped.
Garcelle licked her lips and looked down at the
floor as she tapped her sandaled foot. She looked
up at him, with a sigh. "What I do know is your
mama's
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