Evidence of Desire: Hero Series 3 by Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont Read Free Book Online Page A

felt her body heat through the small gap that separated them. It was mid-fall and a slight wind ruffled her hair. Unable to stop himself, he captured a flying curl and twirled it around his finger. “I promise not to bring up any insect discussions at all while we eat.”
    “I prefer never, but I’ll take what I can get for now.”
    When he looked at her, he noticed that her gaze was centered on his fingers playing with the strands of her hair.
    Did she remember the weekend of their honeymoon? The only thing they could afford was two nights at a spa hotel. “We went swimming, the last night of our honeymoon.”
    “And you brushed out my hair after I washed it.” Hazel eyes met his.
    Damn, he wanted to kiss her. “Your curls were pure madness. As soon as I comb one section, it would just curl back up as if I hadn’t even touched it.”
    “My hair can be chore a times. The texture maybe soft, but it tangles up too easy.” Reaching up, she wrapped her hand around his and slowly slipped the coil from his grasp.
    He took a step back, if he didn’t he would have pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “We should get in to get a table. It looks crowded.”
    “It usually is, but I’ve never waited more than a few minutes.”
    Sonya’s estimation was accurate. They only had a ten-minute wait before they were shown to a table for two. It had a chair across from a seat on the bench that ran along the back wall.
    “I’m Lacey your server. Can I start you all off with a beverage?”
    They both ordered sweet tea as the woman placed menus before them and departed.
    “I see you’ve jumped into the down south sweet tea crazy.” Sonya teased, as she picked up her menu.
    “It’s addicting. Even in Virginia we usually get unsweetened tea and have to play the pour and stir game with sugar to get the drink just right.”
    “Only to have the waiter add more tea when the glass is half empty and have to start all over again.”
    They both laughed.
    “Yes.” He shook his head. “Annoying. Just easier to order a soda or alcohol.” Looking over the food items, he saw a few things that he liked, but couldn’t decide. “What do you suggest?”
    “I’m going with the Salmon Benedict. However, if you have already eaten breakfast...”
    “I haven’t.”
    “I’d recommend their fried chicken.” She reached over and tapped his menu with a slender finger.
    He saw the chicken section she pointed at, but was more focused on her neat trimmed nail. It had a shine to it like it maybe had some kind of clear polish but that was it. Sonya was like her short undecorated nail to most people who didn’t know her. She always appeared controlled and focused to the world, but he knew she could be just like her green colored toes—wild and free.
    “Then I’m going with a quarter south,” he decided on the leg and thigh piece of chicken with a cornbread muffin and side.
    The server returned with their drinks and took their order. “I’ll get your food in and it should be ready shortly. Let me know if you need anything.” Swiping the menus, Lacey was off to another table.
    “What you’ve been up to in the past few years?”
    Sonya held her hands up beside her body. “What you see is what you get. Work at one museum or another.”
    “How did you end up in Charlotte from DC? The Smithsonian was your dream job.”
    “You remember that?”
    “I haven’t forgotten anything about you or us.”
    Licking her lips, she picked up her drink and sipped through the straw. She placed it back. “The Fredrick Douglas Museum of African Art was an amazing experience. I would have loved to stay, but it was difficult to move up. The director that was there at the time is still there. When Charlotte opened up their department, I applied and got it.”
    “You like living here?”
    “Love it. I enjoyed the diversity on a larger scale in the Tri-state but it’s still nice.”
    He tasted his tea. “Wow, that’s good. I’m just going to get an