Reed and his squeeze are leaving.”
Janey forced herself not to react, though her gaze did unwittingly drift in that direction. For a split second her eyes and Dillon’s met and held. Dillon’s appraisal of her seemed deliberate, she thought. What was he trying to prove?
Then he nodded, breaking the link. She flushed before turning away.
“I can’t wait to tell Bev I saw Mr. Reed.” Robin made a face. “I hate calling him that. It sounds too funky.”
“Funky or not, start loving it,” Janey snapped, then returned her attention to her meal.
Her mouth slid over his penis.
Keith Mayfield groaned as he grabbed a handful of her dark hair, urging her up and onto her back. Once there, he used his fingers to spread her legs, then shoved his dick hard and high into her.
She gasped, digging her fingers into his buttocks.
While looking down at her, he thrust and kept thrusting until her moans coincided with his. He buried his head in the fullness of her man-made breasts and let go of several deep breaths.
Once their breathing had evened out, he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
“Have I ever told you you’re the best?”
“Every time we fuck,” Keith responded in an impatient tone.
She chuckled, apparently taking no offense. “And that’s a lot.”
“That it is.”
Keith crooked his elbow then and braced his head on his hand. Sabrina Goodness was already staring at him when he peered down at her.
She was pretty, even though she was a little too much on the chunky side to suit him. He preferred his women thin, like Janey. Why had he thought about her, especially now?
Hell, who was he kidding? She was all he’d thought about since he had found out she’d returned to Hunter, though he hadn’t seen her yet.
“What are you thinking about?” Sabrina asked, running a long red fingernail around his nipple.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Of course I do,” she said, leaning over and tonguing that same nipple.
His response was instant. Dipping her eyes to his erection, she laughed, then surrounded it with her hand.
For several moments their grunts of satisfaction were the only sounds in the room.
Afterward, Keith got up and walked across to the window, where the blinds were open. He stared out into the inky blackness, but he couldn’t see a thing, not even a star.
“I know something’s bothering you, so you might as well get it off your chest.”
He swung around and faced Sabrina. The lamp burning in the corner of the room allowed him to see that her attractive features were marred by a frown.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to move in with me.”
“Why?” she demanded bluntly.
“Robin, for one.”
“She’s grown, Keith. She’ll understand.”
“No, she won’t, nor will her mother.”
“Ah, now we’re getting to the crux of the matter.”
He jammed his jaws together, not liking her sarcastic tone one iota. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He knew, of course, but he was stalling for time before saying what he’d needed to say for a long time but simply hadn’t had the guts to. He still wanted to ball Sabrina, but he wasn’t interested in her continuing to monopolize all his time. He was ready to spread his joy around.
“You know what it means,” she snapped. “Your daughter’s becoming more important than me.” She paused. “I thought we were in love.”
“Don’t make me choose between you and Robin.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “You can be a first-class bastard when you want to.”
He merely shrugged.
“What brought this change about? You haven’t always been so high on your bratty daughter.”
His eyes narrowed. “I suggest you watch your mouth.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll boot your ass out of my life so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
Sabrina scrambled off the bed and glared at him. “It looks like you’re already doing that.”
He shrugged again.
“This sudden interest in your daughter doesn’t by chance have anything to do with your ex being back in town?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh?” She laughed a hysterical laugh, then fumbled to put on her clothes and stormed out.
Five
Somehow she had survived the past week, as well as the weekend.
It wasn’t the candy shop that had her in a snit but the fact that Robin had indeed spent the weekend with her dad.
But in truth, it hadn’t been quite the traumatic ordeal she had expected. Perhaps it was because the drill team had performed on Friday evening and Robin had been perfect, or at least Janey had thought so. She had sat with several other mothers whose husbands weren’t available for various reasons.
Still, Janey had been relieved when Robin had walked into the house last night. Thank goodness Janey hadn’t had to see her ex-husband. In fact, she hadn’t seen him since she’d returned to Hunter, which was more than fine with her. That wasn’t the case, however, with her daughter.
“Dad asked about you,” Robin had said the second she dropped her satchel on the sofa.
Janey had kept her voice even. “That’s nice.”
Robin pursed her lips. “You don’t intend to cut him any slack, do you?”
“Robin, please, this is not the time to discuss your dad and me.”
“Just when is the time, then?” Robin asked. “You never want to talk about him.”
“That’s right, I don’t.”
“I just don’t understand why you ever split up. I thought you were happy.”
“We were, in a lot of ways, but…” Janey’s voice played out but her determination did not. “Sweetheart,
