Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) by Ava Thorn Read Free Book Online Page B

Sarah
didn’t tell Shane about her crush and most of all she hoped that Shane would
never find out about the wish she’d made for them to be together.
    ***
    Shane turned around and laughed at Jasmine, she
decided that their trip to Babies-R-Us would be un-forgetful. He couldn’t
believe that she was dressed incognito, wearing dark shades and his Dallas
Mavericks basketball cap.
    “Yeah, Jazz I can barely recognize you,” he
chuckled.
    “Shh….don’t say my name too loud,” Jasmine said,
looking around them. “Someone will recognize us.” She steered them toward the
baby items. “We need a lot of things.”
    “I have money, honey, so don’t sweat your pretty
little head about anything,” he drawled.
    Jasmine nodded her head and went to picking out
things that Shay’s needed. “We already have the Moses bassinet back at your
house.”
    “It’s your house too,” Shane mumbled. He picked up
a few outfits and toys and placed them in the buggy.
    Jasmine didn’t reply. She pointed at an all-white
crib that matched the one that she purchased in Denver. “I want that crib
and….. oohh look at the cute butterfly bedding,” she gushed.
    “Jazz,” he groaned. “No more pink stuff. Can we
get something neutral instead? What if I have to take her to a doctor’s
appointment and all I have is the pink and black diaper bag, not to mention
everything you have purchased for Shay is a tad bit Pepto-Bismol.”
    “Okay…This is nice and sophisticated.” Jasmine
held up bedding with large rings of dots in shades of turquoise, off red, soft
grey and black. “It’s a 10-piece set so we’re getting everything.”
    “We should,” Shane said, looking at the price on
the bedding set. It was over a hundred and thirty dollars. “This is what I
need,” he said wheeling the shopping cart to the daddy diaper bags.
    Jasmine made a face at Shane as he went to pick
out a diaper bag solely for his use. “Shane, you don’t have to get a fifty-dollar
man bag.”
    “Yes I do,” Shane said, holding the bag in his
hands and looking at it. “It’s perfect.”
    “I think we’re done.” Jasmine looked down Shay,
who was snug in the baby sling on her chest. She was surprised they managed to
get all they need while the baby slept.
    “We have to get a baby tub,” Shane said.
    Jasmine watched as Shane looked at different bath
tubs, he stood there comparing safety and durability. A smile crept onto her
lips as she watched him; he was a man full of secrets. Shane never talked about
his years in the military; she knew that he served for seven years before
getting out after his last tour.
    “Jasmine,” Shane said, standing directly in front
of her. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah…did you pick out a tub?”
    “Yep.” He pointed to the white tub with a cream
sling in it. Shane was about to say something when he saw Jasmine’s body
stiffen…Then he heard the voice.
    “Jazzy is fine! She called and told me to expect
her in town next week.”
    “Is that who I think it is?” he asked.
    “My mother,” she said in a hushed voice. Jasmine
eyes traveled to the front of the store and saw that it was raining cats and
dogs outside. “Damn,” she swore. Her mother Dena had a loud mouth, you could
never get lost in the store because all you had to do was follow her voice.
    “I’ll go pay for the items, you stay here and
maybe she will see me and strike up a conversation. Watch for me to pull the
car up.”
    “Okay,” she said, and walked over to the girls
baby clothing section, far away from her mother’s voice.
    Shane sighed and walked toward the front of the
store. He almost made it to the checkout counter when he heard his name being
called.
    “Shane is that you?” Dena St. Clair called out.
    Shane grimaced and turn around slowly and came
face to face with a lady he called his third mother. Dena reminded him of Clair
Huxtable from The Crosby Show ; a woman who wore an age with beauty and
grace along with her Native American