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already have, and the taste of it was delicious…” he broke in, the
purr in his tone grating on her nerves.
    She gritted her teeth.
“…never again, you Cajun Playboy. You caught me at a single moment
of weakness brought on by jetlag and stress. Besides you’d have to
find me first and we both know that’s not happening…”
    The sound of footsteps
stopping outside her door made her pause. “You’re so certain of
that?” There was a rustle of paper before he rattled off her
address. She nearly dropped the phone when a brisk knock sounded.
Her mouth opened soundlessly. Her flight response warred with
righteous anger. Her eyes darted towards the window and fire
escape. Could she make it before he either picked the lock or broke
the door down? Striving for a confidence she suddenly didn’t feel,
she hid behind her brash New York sarcasm.
    “Damn, I expected better
from you, White Boy. Blowing the element of surprise by calling
before pouncing smacks of inexperience.”
    “What’re
you talking about?”
    “You
expect me to believe it’s not you rapping on my door as we speak?
Like there’s a prayer in hell I’m gonna let you in. And how did you
get past the security downstairs anyway?”
    Jackson chuckled. “I don’t
know if I should be insulted or flattered that you think I couldn’t
slip past the rinky-dink security Star Security has posted in your
building. One guard and a handful of monitors – it’d be like taking
candy from a child.” A trickle of another feminine voice teased her
ears. “Well, I’m here, ma peekôn, and business waits for no one. But I’ll be with
you soon. Perhaps you’ll have an answer for me by then.”
    The click of the phone in
her ear told her he evidently hadn’t expected a response. Another
knock followed by a familiar voice had her head throbbing. Moving
to the door, she groaned inwardly. This day couldn’t get much
worse. She hadn’t had her first pot of coffee yet and right now she had to deal with
a hormone-ridden sister. Opening the door, she planted one hand on
her hip before staring down her sister.
    “You honestly have a death
wish. How the hell did you find me?”
    Keisha smirked, unfazed by
Rena’s bristling. “Not enough coffee yet? Well too bad. Karma’s a
bitch, isn’t she?” She pushed past her, waddling into the
apartment.
    Closing the door behind
Keisha, Rena watched as she trailed her fingers over every surface
as she passed. Always a tactile person, her sister’s need to touch
everything had driven Rena nuts as a child. And as an adult it hasn’t changed.
    “So did
you just come over to touch all my shit, or prove your husband
could find me?” She knew more than likely Eddie had given into
Keisha’s pleas when Rena had refused to tell her where she lived
the last time they’d spoken on the phone.
    Keisha smiled. “Both?” She wandered
into the kitchen. “You have coffee? Eddie took mine away and I need
it.”
    Rena followed her. “You know he took
it away from you because you’ve become a stark raving bitch on
caffeine since you’ve got pregnant.”
    Rummaging around in the cupboards,
Keisha found a coffee cup. “Well it’s a good thing you drink decaf,
huh?”
    Sighing, Rena leaned
against the door as her sister poured a cup of her coffee, added sugar and a splash
of half and half out of Rena’s fridge.
    “See, you love me. You even have my
creamer.” Stirring her coffee, Keisha waddled to the
table.
    “Ever think, Sis, that I may use half
and half for cooking? I just made the most delicious broccoli
cheese soup.”
    Keisha wrinkled her nose. “Ew…that’s
wrong on soo many levels, Rena. Green veggies and cheesy goop.
That’s not food, it’s torture.”
    Shaking her head at her sister’s
antics, Rena retrieved her coffee mug from the living room. After
refilling it, she sat down at the table across from Keisha, who’d
raided her fridge again if the baklava in front of her was any
indication.
    “Mmmmm.” Taking a