Read Online Jar of Hearts: (Family Stone, # 5 Keisha and Shane) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) by Lisa Hughey - Free Book Online
Authors: Lisa Hughey
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they’d engage in a repeat of their incredible sexual chemistry from last night.
He mentally snorted.
Shane started the car, headed out of Seventeen Mile Drive and toward the highway. The car was filled with an easy silence as they both contemplated their thoughts.
“You were good with her,” Keisha said. “I mean it.”
“I felt like a big bully.”
“We needed to know for sure if she was involved.”
He’d been rough on Shelley at first but it had been necessary. And while he’d managed to get the information by being scary, he’d eased off once they had her ‘confession’.
“You thought she was guilty.” Shane kept the statement as noncommittal as possible, trying hard not to piss Keisha off. But he really wanted to understand her. Wanted to know what made her react the way she did in every situation.
“Yes.”
“Why did you assume she was guilty?” He glanced at her as he took the bend in Highway 1, juicing the engine and increasing his speed.
“People let you down.” Keisha shrugged. “I try to believe the worst, and be surprised by the best.”
Shane shifted his attention back to the road. People let you down. People. Before tonight, he would have thought she meant men, but now he perceived it was more than just a disappointment in men. “Parents?”
“Maybe.”
“My mama never let me down.” Shane emphasized never. Because it was true.
“And what about your father?”
“Never knew him.”
“Left before you were born?” Keisha asked. “Like mine.”
He’d take that out and examine it later. She expected his father to be a deserter. “No. He was killed in a drive-by shooting. The bullet was meant for a gang banger walking past his house. Unfortunately, it ricocheted, went through the living room window, and pierced his heart.” Shane rubbed his hand over his chest to ease the ache that never seemed to go away.
The physical ache was a sadness for his mother. For Shane, it was hard to miss someone he’d never known, but his mother had never gotten over his father’s death.
“Oh.” Keisha laid her palm over his wrist, her fingers delicate compared to his larger thicker bones. The simple contact zapped straight to his groin. His cock swelled with desire as she turned that sweetness on him. “I’m so sorry for your mother.”
“Yeah. She never got over him.”
“So, she never got together with anyone else?”
“She’s had a few men friends.” Shane winced. He really didn’t like to think of his mother that way, which was head-in-the-sand silly of him. She was a grown woman. But she was still his mama.
“So why are you such a player?”
He’d grown up with a mother who pined for her dead lover for years. He had no intention of giving away his heart and winding up sad and alone and filled with heartache. The truth was, forever came with a lot of pain.
So many people had clearly let Keisha down, and he ought to be honest, but this was a subject he’d avoided for years. So he did what he always did and tossed off another truth that was far less revealing. “Because no one could ever compare to my mama.”
Shane shut down the engine. They were in the parking lot of Keisha’s condo building. It was late. She was illuminated in the shimmering moonlight with her tough clothes, black combat boots, black cargo pants, and a tight black athletic wear shirt that emphasized her round, high breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. She looked like a bad ass.
But underneath the slick material he could see the satin and lace of her bra.
And he remembered that earlier, before everything that happened with Shelley, he’d had his hands on those breasts and she’d promised him a viewing of her underwear.
Shane leaned toward the passenger seat and nuzzled the long column of her neck. He pressed wet openmouthed kisses along her shoulder and eased the tight material aside to catch a glimpse of a pale pink bra strap. The sweet pearly pink was at odds with her tough clothes
He mentally snorted.
Shane started the car, headed out of Seventeen Mile Drive and toward the highway. The car was filled with an easy silence as they both contemplated their thoughts.
“You were good with her,” Keisha said. “I mean it.”
“I felt like a big bully.”
“We needed to know for sure if she was involved.”
He’d been rough on Shelley at first but it had been necessary. And while he’d managed to get the information by being scary, he’d eased off once they had her ‘confession’.
“You thought she was guilty.” Shane kept the statement as noncommittal as possible, trying hard not to piss Keisha off. But he really wanted to understand her. Wanted to know what made her react the way she did in every situation.
“Yes.”
“Why did you assume she was guilty?” He glanced at her as he took the bend in Highway 1, juicing the engine and increasing his speed.
“People let you down.” Keisha shrugged. “I try to believe the worst, and be surprised by the best.”
Shane shifted his attention back to the road. People let you down. People. Before tonight, he would have thought she meant men, but now he perceived it was more than just a disappointment in men. “Parents?”
“Maybe.”
“My mama never let me down.” Shane emphasized never. Because it was true.
“And what about your father?”
“Never knew him.”
“Left before you were born?” Keisha asked. “Like mine.”
He’d take that out and examine it later. She expected his father to be a deserter. “No. He was killed in a drive-by shooting. The bullet was meant for a gang banger walking past his house. Unfortunately, it ricocheted, went through the living room window, and pierced his heart.” Shane rubbed his hand over his chest to ease the ache that never seemed to go away.
The physical ache was a sadness for his mother. For Shane, it was hard to miss someone he’d never known, but his mother had never gotten over his father’s death.
“Oh.” Keisha laid her palm over his wrist, her fingers delicate compared to his larger thicker bones. The simple contact zapped straight to his groin. His cock swelled with desire as she turned that sweetness on him. “I’m so sorry for your mother.”
“Yeah. She never got over him.”
“So, she never got together with anyone else?”
“She’s had a few men friends.” Shane winced. He really didn’t like to think of his mother that way, which was head-in-the-sand silly of him. She was a grown woman. But she was still his mama.
“So why are you such a player?”
He’d grown up with a mother who pined for her dead lover for years. He had no intention of giving away his heart and winding up sad and alone and filled with heartache. The truth was, forever came with a lot of pain.
So many people had clearly let Keisha down, and he ought to be honest, but this was a subject he’d avoided for years. So he did what he always did and tossed off another truth that was far less revealing. “Because no one could ever compare to my mama.”
Shane shut down the engine. They were in the parking lot of Keisha’s condo building. It was late. She was illuminated in the shimmering moonlight with her tough clothes, black combat boots, black cargo pants, and a tight black athletic wear shirt that emphasized her round, high breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. She looked like a bad ass.
But underneath the slick material he could see the satin and lace of her bra.
And he remembered that earlier, before everything that happened with Shelley, he’d had his hands on those breasts and she’d promised him a viewing of her underwear.
Shane leaned toward the passenger seat and nuzzled the long column of her neck. He pressed wet openmouthed kisses along her shoulder and eased the tight material aside to catch a glimpse of a pale pink bra strap. The sweet pearly pink was at odds with her tough clothes
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