by Darrien Lee
Darrien Lee
WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER
The unforgettable characters from the bestseller What Goes Around Comes Around are back—in a smashingly suspenseful tale of love, trust, and the secrets that can make or break our lives.
The dashingly handsome Keaton Lapahie has watched many of his friends do the one thing he has vowed he will never do: get married. His plan is to enjoy his retirement, open a restaurant, and remain a bachelor for life. But when he is unexpectedly put on mandatory medical leave, he decides to visit his sister and her family…not realizing fate is about to take him on a trip—not just out of town, but toward his own heart.
In Philadelphia, Keaton is reacquainted with Dr. Meridan St. John, his sister’s pediatrician. Meridan is seemingly the perfect woman—smart, bold, and beautiful. Why can’t Keaton attract her attention? He soon learns that Meridan is haunted by something in her past—and though Keaton can read her better than anyone else, he cannot figure out the cause of her nightmares and fears. Things become even more complicated when Jacob, her jealous childhood friend, arrives in Philadelphia and threatens to expose all the dark secrets of her past. Worried that Keaton will not believe she was innocent in her situation, she does the only thing she can… run. Thus, Keaton must decide—does he follow her, and get to the truth, or does he leave the woman he loves to her own dark nightmares?
Penetrating in language and powerful in meaning, When Hell Freezes Over is a remarkable story about how accepting the past is the only way to make a future.
WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER
Keaton entered the bathroom and leaned against the door. Meridan had confirmed everything and there was no turning back now. He would make love to her and hope he would be able to return back to his life in Texas in a couple of weeks.
When he opened the door to the bedroom, Meridan was sitting on the bed painting her toenails. She looked up and smiled at him. He stood there with his skin glistening with water. He walked over with the towel wrapped around his waist.
Looking down at her, he said, “Let me do that.”
“Are you sure?”
Grabbing her foot, he sat down on the bed and proceeded to finish painting her toes.
This man is killing me!
Meridan was being seduced by the way he was blowing on her toes. He painted each toe methodically, making sure he didn’t make any mistakes.
“You’re good at this. You must’ve done this before?”
He looked up at her mischievously.
“Not as much as you might think. MaLeah keeps me busy, painting her little fingers and toes.”
“I’m talking about big girls, Keaton.”
“You’re the first big girl whose toes I’ve ever painted. Scout’s honor.”
Meridan couldn’t help but admire his handsome features. The silky hair on his chest had now dried. His skin was a beautiful brown and his dark eyes were piercing. He wore his hair closely cropped and had a neatly trimmed goatee surrounded by dimples that surfaced with every smile.
“There! You’re all done. You have pretty feet.”
“Keaton, are you a foot man?”
Keaton put the top on the nail polish. “No, I’m simply a man. I like everything about you, Meridan St. John, and then some.”
They stared at each other for a moment. He looked down on the bed and noticed the bottle of lotion. She followed his eyes, then looked back up at him.
“May I?”
Handing the bottle to him, she said, “Help yourself.”
In her heart, she knew the moment his hands touched her, she would fall apart. Keaton poured some lotion in his hands.
“Ready?”
She swallowed. “As ready as I’m going to be.”
It seemed he had pleased her just by his touch. God knows what the experience would be like when they finally made love.
As Meridan lay there trembling, she prayed he would never find out her secret before he went back to Texas. She wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes. A man like Keaton would never understand.
DARRIEN LEE is the author of All That and a Bag of Chips; Been There, Done That; and What Goes Around Comes Around. She lives in LaVergne, Tennessee.
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ISBN-13 978-1-59309-042-5
ISBN-10 1-59309-042-0
LCCN 2004118375
ISBN: 978-1-4516-9481-9 (eBook)
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this novel to all my devoted fans, who have supported me and continue to support my efforts. THANK YOU!
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Epilogue
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank my entire family for continued support, especially my husband and daughters. I appreciate you for giving me the private time I needed to put this novel together. Your love and patience is priceless.
To my fell
ow sidekicks, V. Anthony Rivers, JDaniels, Tina Brooks McKinney, Harold L. Turley II, Allison Hobbs and Shelley Halima, thanks for the encouragement during the down times and the laughter during the fun times.
I want to thank Cory and Heather Buford for hooking me up with a new website and to André Harris for creating another slamming book cover.
I want to lift up my Pastor, Rev. Vincent Windrow, and the members of Olive Branch Missionary Baptist Church in Antioch, Tennessee for their spiritual guidance and support. I wouldn’t have made it without you.
To the rest of my Strebor family members, thank you for pushing my novels even when I’m not around. It means so much to me to know we support each other in our efforts no matter what.
I send more thanks out to the members of The Ties That Bind Book Club for their support and encouraging words. I also have to thank my friend Tiffany Lee for “dogging me” to finish my books when I didn’t feel like working. Many thanks also go out to Samantha Green and Rita Rippy for always staying in touch and supporting me.
Many thanks go out to my closest friends, Tracy Dandridge, Brenda Thomas, Buanita Ray, Sharon Nowlin and Monica Baker for the things you’ve done for me no matter how big or small.
Lastly, I want to thank God for allowing me to have the creative mind to continue to bring these exciting novels to all my readers.
CHAPTER 1
The room was dark and Keaton had listened to Dejá giggle for over an hour. He’d met her at the gym where she worked as an aerobics instructor. She possessed a pair of long, shapely legs, beige skin, and seductive green eyes. She was physically fit with a derriere so firm, you could bounce quarters off it.
“Keaton, why don’t you come over here and give me that massage you promised me?” she beckoned him.
She’d been coming on to him for weeks now and had become extremely hard for him to resist; not that he really wanted to. Dejá was very sexy and wasn’t the least bit shy about telling him exactly what she wanted.
“I had no idea you was so uninhibited, Dejá,” he replied.
She scooted over to him and kissed her way down his body until she made him quiver in ecstasy.
He hissed seductively and moaned, “Damn, girl,” while his eyes rolled back in his head.
It had been way too long since he’d been intimate with anyone and Dejá was working him like a magician.
After a few minutes, she giggled childlike. “My turn!”
He grinned as he watched her scoot backwards on the bed. He stood and said, “No problem, but first let me get the ice cream.”
“Ice cream? Keaton, you’re such an animal.”
He left the room and quickly returned with a half-pint of strawberry swirl. Dejá’s eyes widened as she watched him dip his finger into the cool mixture. He turned to her, growled, and said, “This may be a little cold.”
Dejá took a breath to prepare herself. Keaton smiled, disappeared under the sheets, and happily returned the pleasure.
Keaton’s doctor had put him on mandatory medical leave, keeping him from working at his beloved San Antonio restaurant, Lorraine’s. It was named in memory of his grandmother, who’d spoiled him to no end as he was growing up. Because of that, it meant everything to him. Now, he wasn’t even allowed on the premises, just because his blood pressure had been registering a little high. Everyone in his family had become worried that a stroke was inevitable and vowed to help him regain control of his health before allowing him to return.
Locked out from his restaurant by his parents, he didn’t know what he was going to do with himself until his sister, Arnelle, had invited him to come to Philadelphia for some rest and relaxation. He’d be sharing a home with his sister, who was a sports medical doctor at her friend’s clinic. Winston, Arnelle’s husband and a prominent lawyer, would be spending most of his days in court. Following close behind were their two small children, MaLeah, age four and a half, and Fredrick, age one.
Keaton’s parents assured him they’d keep a watchful eye on his restaurant while he was away. He tried to remain positive, knowing he had a dependable staff running the restaurant in his absence.
Leaving Lorraine’s in the hands of his trusted assistant manager, Trenton, wasn’t something he wanted to do. However, Trenton had done an excellent job running things during a brief absence once before. He’d never been away this long and he couldn’t wait until his medical leave was up so he could return.
His father, Judge Herbert Lapahie, was in the process of gearing down his campaign to be San Antonio’s next mayor. He was patiently awaiting elections, which would take place within three months. Almost daily, his parents had stressed the importance of following the doctor’s orders before he left for Philly. He only hoped his visit to Philly would be a short one.
CHAPTER 2
Keaton was awakened by his energetic niece, MaLeah. She found it amusing to sit on his back and bounce up and down like she was riding a horse. He’d had a long night with Dejá and had returned home a few hours earlier.
MaLeah tugged on his T-shirt and yelled, “Uncie Key, wake up!”
Keaton thought he was dreaming at first.
“Uncie Key, I’m hungry! Wake up!”
Keaton turned over, causing MaLeah to roll off his back. She giggled as she tried to pry his eyes open with her fingers. Keaton suddenly grabbed her and started tickling her. MaLeah screamed with laughter as her uncle playfully wrestled with her. Her long pigtails swung wildly as she kicked and screamed for mercy. He finally stopped allowing her to catch her breath. She looked adorable, dressed in her Philadelphia Eagles football jersey.
“Shorty, what are you doing in here waking me up so early? Where are your mom and dad?”
“Mommie’s feeding Freddie,” she announced as she poked his dimples.
Freddie was MaLeah’s one-year-old brother, Winston Fredrick Carter IV. Keaton threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. MaLeah stood and started jumping up and down on the bed, turning it into her personal trampoline.
He turned and said, “Stop before you fall and break your neck.”
“K!”
He sat her on the side of the bed. “Sit right there until I come out of the bathroom. Then we’ll go make breakfast.”
MaLeah giggled and clapped. Her uncle couldn’t do anything but laugh as he entered the bathroom.
Dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, Keaton returned to the room, slid into his slippers and took MaLeah by the hand. Walking out, he noticed the time: seven-fifteen. He sighed and figured this was the first of many rituals he’d have to perform while visiting his sister and her family.
Downstairs, Keaton and MaLeah found Arnelle finishing up breakfast with Fredrick.
Arnelle looked up and smiled. “You had a late night last night, Keaton. Why are you up so early this morning?”
He nodded toward MaLeah as he raised his coffee cup up to his mouth.
She laughed. “You know she can’t help herself. You created that monster. That’s why she stays up late with you, and she’s your alarm clock in the morning.”
“I’m going to start locking my door,” he proclaimed.
“You know that won’t stop her. She’ll sit outside the door, calling for you until you open it. Accept the fact, dear brother, that MaLeah Carter is going to continue to be your little shadow. At least until her daddy comes home. Only then will you get a temporary break.”
They laughed together.
Keaton added more cream to his coffee, then asked, “Where’s Perry Mason?”
Arnelle threw Fredrick’s toy at him. “Winston had to go into the office early this morning, and stop calling him Perry Mason.”
Keaton grinned. “He’ll always be Perry Mason to me.”
She smiled and walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Whatever, Keaton. You and Winston are always teasing each other about one thing or another.”
He defended himself. “He starts it most of the time.”
Leaning closer, she whispered, “Look
, Keaton, I hope you’re being careful with those women you’ve been going out with.”
“Of course I am,” he answered with a frown. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
“You’d better be,” she argued. “You know your history with women.”
Without responding to her last comment, he walked over and kissed Fredrick on the cheek before adding pancakes to MaLeah’s plate. He didn’t need Arnelle playing momma to him. If that was going to be the case, he’d find somewhere else to chill until he could return to Texas.
MaLeah tried to follow in her uncle’s footsteps by walking over to her brother. She glanced up at Fredrick as he sung and made other baby noises. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his tiny hand. As she turned to walk away, he grabbed one of her pigtails with a kung fu grip. It took only seconds for her to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Both Arnelle and Keaton turned at the same time to find Fredrick trying to put MaLeah’s hair into his mouth. Arnelle quickly went to them and popped Fredrick’s hand so he’d release his grip. Startled, he closed his eyes briefly, but continued to hold on to her hair.
“Fredrick! Turn your sister’s hair loose!”
Fredrick was big for his age and he wasn’t easing up on his grip at all. She popped his hand again as MaLeah continued to scream. Arnelle couldn’t believe that she’d popped his tiny hand twice and he’d neither cried nor turned MaLeah’s hair loose. Keaton watched this go on for a few more seconds. He shook his head, then walked over with his plate in his hand.
He stood in front of Fredrick and yelled, “Fredrick! Let go!”
Fredrick’s eyes quickly filled with tears as he looked up at his uncle who was frowning at him. He slowly released MaLeah’s pigtail as he looked at his momma and burst out crying. Keaton turned around and casually sat down at the table to eat his breakfast.
Arnelle hugged MaLeah. “Don’t even try it, Fredrick! You hurt your sister!”
MaLeah clung to her momma’s neck for comfort. Looking over Arnelle’s shoulder at her uncle, she saw him wink at her and smile. A few sobs later, she kissed Arnelle on the cheek and walked over to Keaton.
