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Authors: LaConnie Taylor-Jones
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get wind of it before sundown. “You didn’t tell that wife of yours, did you?”
“Heck, naw,” Zach drawled as his eyes flew open. “You know once Moni gets information, it’s like giving it to the AP wire.”
“God, that’s the truth.”
Zach put up his hand. “Listen, don’t tell me nothin’ else. Don’t wanna accidentally up and say something that’ll get ya into trouble.”
A.J. chuckled. “You mean you talk in your sleep?”
Zach shook his head. “Listen, when a brother’s in a uh…compromising position, he’s likely to say anything.”
A.J. smiled; he knew exactly what Zach meant. He sighed with satisfaction because soon he planned to be in the same situation with Vic. He touched the tenderness in his left side. If he could just get his ribs to cooperate with him, he was good to go. He settled his gaze on the huge African painting on the wall in front of him and lifted the bottle of Perrier to his lips again.
“Brother-in-law, ya know Baby Girl told Caitlyn she’s relocating the first of August, right?”
“Don’t worry, Zach. The only relocating Honey will be doing is to this house.”
* * *
Vic pulled Baptiste’s BMW X5 into the garage at his home with Taylor and Tyler in tow after picking them up from school. Once she parked, she spotted a brand—new black BMW X5 off to the side. Why would he purchase another car? She had to put her query on hold because there were two demanding four-year-olds in the backseat asking her about dinner every two seconds.
* * *
Vic suspected Baptiste wasn’t being totally honest when he told her he was tired and needed a quick respite before his dinner. His usual humor had disappeared, and she couldn’t help noticing his sullenness. Once she got the girls settled down for the night, she figured if she brought his meal to him in bed, he’d feel better.
“Dinner,” she cheerfully announced, pushing the bedroom door forward with her hip as she maneuvered the dinner tray in front of her. Suddenly, she stopped. His expression was totally unreadable. “Baptiste, what’s wrong?”
A.J. adjusted two pillows at his back. “I talked with Zach this afternoon.”
“Is everything all right?”
“We discussed the night of the accident.”
Vic swallowed hard. “You did?”
“Umm-hmm.”
“Uh…what did Zach tell you?”
“Would you like to take a guess?”
The moment of truth caused her hands to shake and the dishes rattled on the tray. “Uh…take a guess at what?”
“Don’t play with me, woman.”
Vic sighed softly and opened her mouth to respond, but his next question silenced her.
“Exactly when were you planning to tell me that it was your car that hit me, Honey?”
“I-I was going to tell you, Baptiste, honest to God I was. I-I was just trying to let you get a little stronger, that’s all.”
A.J. patted the copper-colored silk comforter. “Come on over here. We’ve needed to talk since last Saturday anyway.”
Vic set the tray on the dresser. With the back of her hand, she swiped away the tears running down her cheeks. “No, we’ll talk later,” she said with her back to him. “You need to—”
“Eating can wait. Come on, Honey.”
With her hands hanging limply at her sides, she glanced over her shoulder.
He held open his arms. “Come, mon amour .”
“Baptiste, I’m so sorry,” she uttered faintly, her words catching on a soft sob the moment she placed her hand in his.
When she approached, he pulled her against his right side, the sheet dropping to his waist, exposing the wide expanse of his chest. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” he whispered softly, breathing the intoxicating scent of her fragrance and kissing her forehead. “It was an accident, and you don’t need to apologize.”
“It’s my fault,” Vic cried out. “If I hadn’t told you about Ron that night, you wouldn’t have gotten on your motorcycle—”
A.J. covered her mouth with a tender kiss, silencing her
“Heck, naw,” Zach drawled as his eyes flew open. “You know once Moni gets information, it’s like giving it to the AP wire.”
“God, that’s the truth.”
Zach put up his hand. “Listen, don’t tell me nothin’ else. Don’t wanna accidentally up and say something that’ll get ya into trouble.”
A.J. chuckled. “You mean you talk in your sleep?”
Zach shook his head. “Listen, when a brother’s in a uh…compromising position, he’s likely to say anything.”
A.J. smiled; he knew exactly what Zach meant. He sighed with satisfaction because soon he planned to be in the same situation with Vic. He touched the tenderness in his left side. If he could just get his ribs to cooperate with him, he was good to go. He settled his gaze on the huge African painting on the wall in front of him and lifted the bottle of Perrier to his lips again.
“Brother-in-law, ya know Baby Girl told Caitlyn she’s relocating the first of August, right?”
“Don’t worry, Zach. The only relocating Honey will be doing is to this house.”
* * *
Vic pulled Baptiste’s BMW X5 into the garage at his home with Taylor and Tyler in tow after picking them up from school. Once she parked, she spotted a brand—new black BMW X5 off to the side. Why would he purchase another car? She had to put her query on hold because there were two demanding four-year-olds in the backseat asking her about dinner every two seconds.
* * *
Vic suspected Baptiste wasn’t being totally honest when he told her he was tired and needed a quick respite before his dinner. His usual humor had disappeared, and she couldn’t help noticing his sullenness. Once she got the girls settled down for the night, she figured if she brought his meal to him in bed, he’d feel better.
“Dinner,” she cheerfully announced, pushing the bedroom door forward with her hip as she maneuvered the dinner tray in front of her. Suddenly, she stopped. His expression was totally unreadable. “Baptiste, what’s wrong?”
A.J. adjusted two pillows at his back. “I talked with Zach this afternoon.”
“Is everything all right?”
“We discussed the night of the accident.”
Vic swallowed hard. “You did?”
“Umm-hmm.”
“Uh…what did Zach tell you?”
“Would you like to take a guess?”
The moment of truth caused her hands to shake and the dishes rattled on the tray. “Uh…take a guess at what?”
“Don’t play with me, woman.”
Vic sighed softly and opened her mouth to respond, but his next question silenced her.
“Exactly when were you planning to tell me that it was your car that hit me, Honey?”
“I-I was going to tell you, Baptiste, honest to God I was. I-I was just trying to let you get a little stronger, that’s all.”
A.J. patted the copper-colored silk comforter. “Come on over here. We’ve needed to talk since last Saturday anyway.”
Vic set the tray on the dresser. With the back of her hand, she swiped away the tears running down her cheeks. “No, we’ll talk later,” she said with her back to him. “You need to—”
“Eating can wait. Come on, Honey.”
With her hands hanging limply at her sides, she glanced over her shoulder.
He held open his arms. “Come, mon amour .”
“Baptiste, I’m so sorry,” she uttered faintly, her words catching on a soft sob the moment she placed her hand in his.
When she approached, he pulled her against his right side, the sheet dropping to his waist, exposing the wide expanse of his chest. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” he whispered softly, breathing the intoxicating scent of her fragrance and kissing her forehead. “It was an accident, and you don’t need to apologize.”
“It’s my fault,” Vic cried out. “If I hadn’t told you about Ron that night, you wouldn’t have gotten on your motorcycle—”
A.J. covered her mouth with a tender kiss, silencing her
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