Biting her lip, Shayla looked around the coffee shop. It was a brisk October afternoon and the place was packed. Although no one paid any attention to them, Bentley’s seat was near a window that faced Gervais Street. The last thing she needed was a cell phone shot of the two of them having coffee.
He noticed her hesitation and the warmth in his smile diminished. “You saw the blog post.”
“Yes, and I really don’t need that type of publicity. Not right now.”
Tyrell shrugged. “That blogger has been trying to dig up dirt on my family for years. Fortunately, no one reads it.”
“Well, the ladies at my mom’s church do.”
He flinched. “Ouch, that is touchy. Look, just for a second, I did send you a four thousand dollar painting.”
Shayla pulled out the chair and flopped down into it. “Four thousand dollars.” She said in a hushed whisper while leaning across the table. “That’s too much. You have to take it back.”
He waved a hand as if it were nothing. “It didn’t cost me anything but some canvas and paint.”
“Still, I can’t accept it.”
“Only a few things make me happy nowadays, and giving you that painting is one of them.”
“I don’t understand. We only talked for a moment.” She sat back and eyed him warily. “I meant what I said about not being interested.”
He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. “And so do I. I didn’t give it to you expecting anything in return. I’m around so many plastic people I forgot what it was like to talk to someone real. The way your face lit up when he walked through the door,” the corner of Tyrell’s mouth lifted as he looked out the window, “she looked at me like that the day on the beach. When she caught me painting her.” He sighed and met her eye. “I couldn’t look at it anymore, or bear to have some pretentious fool own it. That’s why I gave it to you.”
Honesty reflected in his gaze. Reminding her why she thought she could like him the first time they met. Again, she didn’t get the sense that he was playing games or trying to deceive her. Tyrell Crawford could probably sleep with any woman he wanted to without going through so much trouble.
Taking a sip from her coffee and delighting in the rich flavor of warm caramel, she sat back in her chair. “So, what are you doing hanging out in Starbucks.”
He laughed. “I’m not usually so ordinary.”
Shayla lifted a brow. “Hanging in Starbucks is ordinary?”
“Yes. So many people enjoy saying ‘I’m in Starbucks’, or ‘let’s meet at Starbucks’ that its become ordinary.”
“So why are you so ordinary today?” she said, taking another sip of her macchiato.
He held up his cup. “They make a damn good cup of coffee.”
They both laughed. An hour and a half later, Shayla left Starbucks with Tyrell’s promise to draw caricatures at the Fall Festival. She still wasn’t sure how she’d convince Reverend Jenkins to agree to it. Her ability to get a well known artist to do caricatures drawings at a small town church would be attributed to her bedroom skills instead of Tyrell’s eagerness to help. Apparently his father-in-law helped get him off the streets as a teenager, and he liked the idea of drawing in older kids to the event. Even though she was thrilled at the idea, she would also run it by Bentley. No need threatening her newly found position. If he expressed any concern over her ties with Tyrell she’d cut them. No matter how much she liked him, she liked having a job better.
There was a ticket on her car that she snatched off with a curse. Her phone rang as she got in and tossed the ticket in the passenger seat. She smiled when she saw Devin’s number.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“In Columbia. Are you off work?”
“Yeah, I finished up early to play basketball with some other doctors at the Rec Commission tonight. Since you’re in Columbia, why don’t you come watch me play.”
Shayla laughed. “You’re not in high school anymore. I don’t want to watch you throw your back out.”
“Woman, please. I haven’t lost any of my skills on the court. If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself.”
“I will, now what’s the address?”
He told her and she plugged in into her car’s GPS.
They talked for a few more minutes before getting off the phone. Elated that the tension from their conversation on Monday was gone, Shayla pulled her car out of the parking spot. That’s how it was with her and Devin. They’d fight one day, then talk the next day as if nothing happened. She sensed his moods as well as he did hers. And in the time it took her to leave downtown and head toward Northeast Richland County toward the Rec Commission, she pretended they’d always be like that.
Chapter 27
Shayla followed two women into the refurbished school that housed the Central Midlands Rec Commission. She scanned the people sitting in the bleachers and the teams playing, but didn’t see Devin. The score board showed there was fifteen minutes left in the current game, so hopefully Devin would arrive soon.
“Shayla, what are you doing here?”
Shayla turned around and smiled as Tasha walked over carrying a clipboard and wearing a pink Rec Commission t-shirt. “You’re still working the night games?” Shayla said giving her friend a hug.
Tasha grinned. “Only because Jared insists on helping out when I do.”
“That’s sweet.”
Tasha rolled her eyes. “It’s crazy. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”
Shayla put her arm around Tasha’s shoulders. “Pregnant and lucky.”
Tasha briefly leaned her head on Shayla’s shoulder and laughed. “I won’t argue with that.” Tasha’s eyes lit up. “I know why you’re here, Devin’s team plays tonight.”
Shayla tried to pull away but Tasha put her hand around her waist. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on there.”
“Nothing to tell. I’m just watching a friend play ball. Let’s sit down.”
Tasha let her go and they walked over to sit on the first row of bleachers.
“Okay, Jared probably wasn’t supposed to tell me, but he did. I know that you and Devin are doing some secret love affair.”
Shayla leaned back on the bleacher and looked skyward. “It’s not some secret love affair. We’re just not letting anyone in our business.”
“And what is your business?”
“For now, nothing serious.”
Tasha’s forehead crinkled with a frown. “Shayla, I know how you feel about him, remember. You can’t fool yourself into thinking you can handle that. Sex-only relationships don’t work. I’m proof of it.”
Shayla sat up. “Don’t even pretend as if you’re not happy with the way your situation turned out.”
Tasha grinned. “I’m not. I’m thrilled, but you remember how I was when I found out I was pregnant the first time. Jared thought I tried to trick him, I didn’t think he loved me, we almost didn’t make it.”
“But you did.”
“And it could have easily not worked.” Tasha sighed. “I’m worried about it not going the way you expect with Devin.”
Shayla’s lips twisted in a self-deprecating smile. “I expect us to keep this up for six months before he grows tired of it or finds someone so much better suited for him.” She toyed with the charm at her neck, thinking about how hard it would be when that day came.
Tasha shook her head. “You say that as if it weren’t sad either way. Why sign up for something you expect to end so badly?”
“Why not? I’m being real, going in with my eyes open. Can you let me enjoy myself while it lasts?”
“No, not when you’re going to get hurt.”
Movement in the corner of her vision caught her attention. She turned as Devin walked in the gym with a few other guys. She stopped fingering the heart
at her neck, the tension in her body evaporated and a smile curved her lips. If she could get away with a pre-adolescent sigh of happiness she would, she was so thrilled to see him.
She let her gaze sweep over him, admiring the virility of his body in the basketball shorts and cut off shirt. He looked younger, more carefree than he did in Helena after work. Back home his khakis and polo shirts were accessorized with stress lines around his mouth after spending a day in the office.
“Look at you,” Tasha said. “You’re like a love struck teenager and he just walked into the room. Seriously, Shayla, you’ve got to get out of this. I’ve never — ever — seen you so wrapped up in a guy.”
Shayla blinked and looked at her friend. Concern reflected in Tasha’s gaze. She wished she could tell Tasha she didn’t have to worry, but she couldn’t. She’d been crazy in love with Devin in high school and hadn’t gotten over it. She loved the man more than she could have ever loved the boy. Heartbreak was inevitable, but when you had a chance at a few months with the person you always wanted, you didn’t turn it down.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said. “If I don’t take this one chance, I’ll regret it. I promise you won’t have to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.”
Tasha shook her head. “Yeah, right.”
Ignoring her friend’s doubt, Shayla turned back to Devin. He walked toward her with another tall dark skinned guy. She suppressed her grin and only gave him a small smile that she hoped hinted at how badly she missed seeing him. The upward tug of the corner of his mouth, and the smoldering desire in his eyes was all the answer she needed.
“I’m glad you made it,” he said when they stood before her and Tasha.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
He smiled at her and her heart flipped in her chest. “This is Kevis Flynn, he works at Baptist Hospital.”
Kevis reached out to shake Shayla’s hand. “Dr. Kevis Flynn,” he said in a deep voice. “It’s nice to meet you.” He turned to Tasha. “Tasha, you look lovely as ever.” He said leaning over to kiss Tasha’s cheek.
Tasha smiled fondly. “It’s good to see you, Kevis.”
Devin elbowed Kevis in the side. “You better get on before Jared sees you.”
Tasha laughed and pointed to the door. “Too late.”
They all turned to see Jared scowling and heading their way. Kevis grinned and winked at Tasha. “I’ll see you around. Devin, I’m going to warm up.”
“Cool,” Devin said. “I’ll join you in a second.”
As Kevis walked away, Jared walked up. Still scowling in the direction of Kevis, he sat beside Tasha on the bleachers. “What the hell did the Good Doctor want?”
Tasha smiled and scooted closer to him. “He was just saying hello.”
“Well, he can say hello without kissing my wife. I may have to talk with him after the game.”
Tasha rolled her eyes before kissing Jared. “I’m going home with you.”
He stopped scowling and put an arm around her shoulder. “Damn right.”
He kissed Tasha who giggled in return. Surprised by the public display of affection, Shayla turned toward Devin with raised eyebrows. “This is Jared Patterson, the famed playboy with a string of girlfriends from here to L.A.?”
Devin laughed. “I don’t believe it either.”
“I don’t need a string of girlfriends anymore. I got all I need right here.” Jared said squeezing Tasha’s shoulder.
Devin shook his head, still smiling. “Let me warm up before I throw up.” He leaned over and kissed the corner of Shayla’s mouth. “There’s no one here to see.”
She did do a silly sigh and grinned back. “Then do it again.”
“Gladly.” He kissed her again before straightening putting his gym bag beside her. “Will you watch my stuff?” She nodded and he followed Kevis to where the rest of his team warmed up.
“He’s one to talk,” Jared said. “I think my boy’s got it just as bad.”
Shayla glanced at Jared. He was grinning at her. Tasha’s look of concern from earlier was back. She shook her head and turned to watch Devin warm up. Getting turned on by the bunching and flexing of the muscles in his body as he went through stretches and sprints as if he were doing a strip tease. She leaned forward, placed her elbow on her knees and rested her chin in her hand, pretending for a moment that he did have it just as bad as Jared.
Despite what Jared believed, Devin wasn’t in love with her. It was easy for newlyweds to see love and sunshine wherever they looked. Cynics like her, who’d been burned too many times to count, took things for what they were. And right now, she and Devin were both in the throes of a tumultuous relationship made exciting my great sex, moments of anger and snippets of happiness. It was hot, intense, and would burn out — at least on his end — quickly.
She cheered for Devin with the same enthusiasm she had in high school. Tasha, despite her concerns, joined in. They laughed and lifted the spirits of the patrons sitting near them in the bleachers as they tried to remember the cheers they’d learned in cheerleading camp so many years ago. A few teenage girls in the crowd came over and started some new cheers, which she and Tasha quickly caught on to. They sat as they cheered, to accommodate Tasha, but it didn’t lessen their zeal. By the end of the game everyone on their side of the gym was rooting for the doctors, and from the score of the game, it worked. Devin’s team crushed the other team.
Devin came over after the game. He was sweaty, breathing hard, and sexier than ever. “Always the life of the party.”
She grinned and slapped high five with one of the teenagers cheering with them. “Yes I am.”
He shook his head and leaned over to kiss her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Buoyed by his praise, she jumped up and took his hand in hers. If only he could move to Columbia and they didn’t have to hide their relationship. It would be so easy to do this every day.
He squeezed her hand and turned to Jared and Tasha still sitting in the bleachers. “We’re leaving, how bout y’all?”
Tasha shook her head. “I’ve got to stay through the last game. It won’t be as fun without Shayla.”
Shayla grinned. “Nothing’s as fun without me. I promise to come to another game.” She leaned over to hug Tasha. Devin didn’t let go of her hand. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Tasha looked at their joined hands and sighed. “Please do.”
Devin picked up his gym bag with his free hand and slung it over his shoulder. They continued to hold hands as they walked out of the building into the cool night air. Devin shivered when a breeze glided over them. Putting her arm around his waist, she pulled him close and leaned her head on his shoulder. She breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of his sweat and the feel of his warm body against hers.
“Where did you park?” he asked.
She pointed and he led her in that direction. When they got there, he leaned against her door and pulled her against his him. His arms draped around her waist, hers twisted around his neck.
“You don’t mind that I’m sweaty?”
She grinned. “I like you sweaty.”
“Hmm, I like you sweaty, too.” He lowered his head and kissed her. His dick pressed stiffly into her stomach, igniting a fire within her.
She broke the kiss and tried to catch her breath. “Do you want to … ” she couldn’t finish. She couldn’t ask him about getting a room. It was fun reliving their high school days in the gym earlier, but Shayla was a very grown woman who right now wished she could take this very grown man back to her home, and her bed. She didn’t want to sneak around.
His hand ran lightly up and down her back. “I wish I could, but I’ve got rounds again tomorrow. I can’t stay in Columbia tonight.”
She nodded, and tried not to show her disappointment. Four days between sex was
n’t technically too long, she had gone longer in the past, but four days since sleeping with Devin was like four years.
“I could sneak in your back door,” she said with a smile.
He grinned and brushed his lips across hers. “I would love that, but prefer if you came to the front.”
She stiffened and his smile dimmed. “Sorry, I won’t bring it up again.” he said.
She shook her head. “It’s only until Kia moves on.” Or you get tired of me, she thought.
Devin tried to straighten but she held on when he would have moved away. “Stop.” She said softly. “Tonight was so much fun. Let’s not end it on a sour note.”
He sighed. “But it has to end here.” He gave her behind a soft pat. She didn’t stop him when he straightened and pulled away. “I’ve got to get home, shower and go to bed. We’ll get together this weekend. I promise.”
She swallowed her disappointment and smiled. “I can’t wait.”
He kissed her cheek then paused. “You never told me why you were in Columbia?”
Her excitement returned full force. “I had an interview at G and N Solutions. They offered me the job.”
He grinned. “That’s great.”
“I know! I can finally move out of Helena.”
His grin melted away, disappointment settled over his handsome features. “It’s what you’ve been waiting for.”
“This is good, for us, I mean. I’ll only be an hour away. We can have nights like this every night.”
“No we can’t, Shayla. I live in Helena. I work there. I can’t stay in Columbia every night.”
“It’s not that far.”
“It’s far enough.” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to argue. “Look, we said we wouldn’t end the night on a sour note.” He took her hand and gently pulled her against him. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, kissing her softly.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. There was resignation in his voice, and a note of finality. Was he already thinking of bringing this to an end? When he opened the door of her car for her, she smiled, said something, and got in. She held back her tears until she pulled out of the parking lot on her way back to her small rented home.
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