made for a gorgeous man.
“Would you be interested in the vanilla, by any chance?” His grin drew her attention to full lips covering a set of even white teeth, adding to the squishy feeling in her stomach.
“As tempting as it looks with those rainbow sprinkles, I’d prefer the chocolate.” She’d finished playing nice with the handsome stranger sporting the cutest little afro she’d seen in a while and pulled the cake toward her. “Since my hand is on the container, it means I reached it first, so technically it’s mine.”
“On a normal day I’d agree, but I need this cake.”
She snorted. “Let me guess. You have PMS and you’re about to take down anyone who gets in the way of getting your fix.” Her frown melded into a grin at his burst of laughter.
“No. My niece is about to find out if she’s still in remission from the cancer she beat last year. She asked me last night to pick her up a piece of chocolate cake from this cafeteria when I came to join the meeting after her MRI. She insisted no other would do.”
Lanelle squinted in an attempt to assess if he’d given her a line. Detecting no guile in his expression, she released the box. He didn’t let go of her hand.
Sliding her fingers out of his grasp, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I hope your niece is healthy.”
“Thank you. I know she’ll appreciate that I almost got beaten up for her cake.” He held out his right hand. “I’m Dante Sanderson.”
“I wouldn’t have fought you. Maybe just taken you down,” she mumbled as she placed her hand in his. She pulled it away at the bizarre sensation of tingles racing up her arm to her scalp.
She tucked her hand behind her, confused at her body’s reaction.
He raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s a possibility?”
“A fact.”
“Hmm. You sound sure of yourself.”
A slight dip of her head to the side would have to suffice for an answer as they walked to the front of the cafeteria.
He placed the single item on the counter and waited to be checked out. Before she had the chance to move past him, he asked, “What’s your name?”
She paused, wondering if she should answer with the truth. His charm had an uncomfortable effect on her. What did she have to lose? She’d never see him again. “Lanelle Murphy.”
“Can I walk you to wherever you’re going?”
She backed away as her gaze fell on the cake with regret. “It’s better if you don’t. I’d like your niece to be a happy girl. Take care.” Before he could speak again, she blended into the throng of people passing by.
* * *
Dante dashed a ten-dollar bill onto the counter and rushed out of the cafeteria without waiting for his change. Lanelle had headed to the left, so he made his way down that hallway. It had been a while since a woman had fascinated him. His heart still raced.
For once his height wasn’t an advantage when it came to finding someone in a crowd. A tall, medium brown–skinned woman with her hair piled in a tight bun turned out to be more difficult to find during lunchtime near a cafeteria than he’d anticipated. She’d vanished.
He relaxed his outstretched neck. The news he’d received in the morning, about his company winning the bid to install the flooring and countertops for the new hospital wing, had brought him to the hospital early to sign the contract. It would pull his business in a whole new direction. One that would leave the company free and clear in his name. Winning him full ownership of the company.
If only they’d get good news from his niece’s doctor, he could have a celebration.
The vibration of his phone diverted his attention from the now-waning search for the mystery woman. The screen lit up with a picture of Vanessa’s bright, smiling face. A year ago his knees had buckled when they’d found out her Hodgkin’s lymphoma had been kicked to the curb. If only it would stay there.
He answered the phone with “I’ve got the cake, CocoVan.” The girl loved chocolate. Everyone swore that her first word had been “cocoa,” as she’d reached for the candy bar her mother had been eating.
Vanessa giggled instead of chastising him for using the nickname she claimed to loathe. “More great news.”
“More?”
“Where are you?” She evaded his question.
Dante continued to scan the hall for the elusive Lanelle. Give it up. She’s long gone. “Near the cafeteria you strong-armed me into going to.”
“You offered, Uncle D. Mom wants you to meet us in the parking garage.”
“What about the results?”
Did she just emit laughter of hysteria or of joy? His palms sweated as he turned on his heel in haste toward the opposite direction from the one the mystery lady had taken. Had they gotten the news already? Was it bad? No, he wouldn’t allow his mind to go there. “Are you okay?” Please say yes.
“Just meet us. Mom’s getting all clingy again.” She hung up, sending him flying through the hospital corridors in an attempt to reach his niece without having a heart attack from the fear ready to choke him.
When he arrived, from halfway across the parking lot, one thing hit Dante: huge smiles erupted from each of their faces.
When his niece noticed him, she ran over and grabbed the chocolate cake from his hands. “You’re the best.”
“What’s going on?”
The fingers his older sister, Cynthia, held over her lips couldn’t hide the ear-to-ear grin. “Vanessa’s still in remission.”
Dante froze. His gaze roamed over to his brother-in-law, whose head bobbed up and down so fiercely, Dante feared damage to his spine. When he looked at his niece, his dazed state broke. Lifting her, he spun so her legs arced behind her.
Vanessa’s laughter transformed into a groan. “I’m dizzy.”
So was he, but he didn’t care. Setting her down, he ensured she didn’t fall after she stumbled. “This is amazing.” He’d become a proud member of the irrepressible smile club.
Cynthia and her husband joined them in a huddled hug. Their prayers of gratitude weren’t loud, yet he knew they could be heard in the loftiest of places.
Breaking away, Dante didn’t care that they saw him wiping away tears. With a sniffle he asked, “How come you found out without me?”
“We wanted to wait, but Little Miss Hot-Pants here—” Cynthia pointed to her only daughter “—begged us to go in early when the receptionist announced we could see the doctor.”
Alan’s laughter echoed through the parking lot. “That’s not how I recall it.” Cynthia’s husband was one of the only men he knew who had the ability to call his sister out when she implemented her overbearing ways.
