by Emery, Lynn
Shani checked her planner. “I’m free.”
“Then I’ll see you Tuesday. Goodbye.” Eric held her hand.
Shani felt a tingle at the contact of warmth that spread up her arm into her chest. “Bye.” Her voice sounded weak. She cleared her throat. “Goodbye,” she said in what she hoped was a stronger voice.
Eric walked away with that long-legged, graceful stride. Shani shook her head. She wondered what happened to her resolve to keep men at arm’s length. Eric had chipped away at her wall of resistance. Who was she kidding? He’d blown it away like dynamite with his smile. Well, she would just have to be cautious. But even as she finished her lunch, Shani felt anticipation at seeing him again.
***
Thursday morning dawned bright with promise. Shani sprang out of bed humming to the tune that played on her alarm clock radio. As she went through her routine getting ready for the office, she remembered the lunch with Eric. How right he had been. After a few moments of feeling each other out, they talked for over two hours barely touching the food in front of them. To think, only last week they met for the first time and clashed in front of the entire city! What a difference a few days made. She sang along with the car radio on the drive to work.
“Hello everybody. Umm, that coffee smells good, Elaine.” Shani swept past her secretary’s desk brimming with cheer.
“Yeah.” Elaine exchanged a puzzled glance with another clerical worker. She waved goodbye to her friend and followed Shani into her office. “Mr. Carrington called. You’ve got a call from Mrs. Lomax; to complain again no doubt. That woman will never get over not being elected chairperson of the Summer Youth Festival.”
“Well, we need to be patient with her. She’s given a lot of time to the center. Mrs. Lomax is used to having an active role in the festival. After all it is one of our biggest special events.”
“Used to ordering folks around you mean. After three years of misery, the committee got up the guts to vote her out.” Elaine put one hand on her hip. “Remember how she changed your order on the decorations two weeks before the festival dance? Boy, you were breathing fire.” She giggled.
Shani shook her head with a sigh of regret. “Yes, I could have been more understanding.”
“You all right? Maybe we should take your temperature.” Elaine placed the back of her hand to Shani’s forehead.
“I’m fine.” Shani pushed her hand away. “Now let me get busy before the senator gets here.”
Elaine shrugged and left. For two hours, Shani made phone calls, completed reports, and consulted with staff about the day’s activities. Soon it was ten o’clock.
Elaine came to the door and closed it behind her.
“That Senator Aucoin is here.” Elaine rubbed her hands in anticipation. “He’s on our home turf now. Let him have it, honey.” She winked at Shani before opening the door.
Shani came around the desk wearing a large smile. “Welcome to Mid-City Community Center, Senator.” She shook his hand.
“Thank you, Ms. Moore. Impressive building.” Eric held her hand as he spoke.
“The nephew of one of our founding board members designed it. At a reasonable cost, of course,” Shani added. “He’s an outstanding architect.”
Eric nodded. “Philip Ricard. He’s done wonderful work all over the south.”
“Let me get you some coffee.” Shani went past a wondering Elaine.
Elaine shut the door with care and fell in step behind her to the coffee machine. “Is that the same Senator Aucoin you creamed on television about two weeks ago?”
“I didn’t ‘cream’ him, Elaine. Senator Aucoin has a different perspective on certain issues. We exchanged opposing views.” Shani put cream and one teaspoon of sugar in a mug. The other cup held black coffee.
“Say what? Hey, how did you know how he’d take his coff—” Elaine’s eyes stretched wide. “Oohh.”
Shani wore a mysterious half-smile. She left a now flabbergasted Elaine. “Excuse me.”
“Here you are.” Shani handed him a mug.
“Thanks. Trumaine should be along any minute. If you don’t mind, that is. He’ll take a few notes, talk to staff.” Eric took a sip of the hot liquid.
“No problem. I hope the material I gave you Tuesday was a help,” Shani said.
“Lunch was great. I mean … very enlightening,” he stammered. An embarrassed look of alarm flickered across his handsome features.
Shani felt emboldened by his admission. “I enjoyed it, too.”
“Really? Then maybe dinner Friday. If you’re not busy. I mean … if you’re involved with someone. Are you involved with someone?” Eric groaned. “Real smooth, Aucoin.”
“It’s okay. Yes to dinner tomorrow night. And no, I’m not involved with anyone.”
Shani marveled at how easy she felt accepting a dinner invitation. It had taken her months to begin dating after breaking up with Robert. And it was after agonizing indecision. Only a couple of the men had been persistent in pursuing more dates. But both gave up in defeat at the cool, even suspicious treatment they received. Shani was relieved each time when their phone calls stopped. The last date had been over three months ago. Since then she had been careful to give a wide berth to any single man who gave the slightest hint he might ask her out.
“Great” Eric looked up at the ceiling with an exasperated laugh. “I don’t usually mumble ‘great’ to everything like a college freshman. But you’ve taken me by surprise to be honest, Shani.” He gazed at her with an earnest expression.
The dulcet tone of that voice saying her name made her heart rate go up several notches. Shani had to steady her breathing before she could speak. “I have?”
He put down the coffee mug. “Yes. Let’s spend time together. I want to know you, really know you.”
“I … I’d like that.” Shani soon found her face only inches from his. Elaine’s voice made them both start
“I did knock a couple of times.” Elaine stuck her head in the door. She eyed them in open speculation.
“Fine, Elaine. What is it?” Shani tugged at her jacket. When she noticed how Elaine stared at her, she stopped.
“The senator’s staff person is here.”
“Thank you. We’ll start with the library.” Shani sprang from her chair and led the way.
For the next hour, they went throughout the building. Shani was gratified Eric seemed to grasp their attempts to support while encouraging self-sufficiency. His questions were thoughtful. Trumaine asked pointed questions about program evaluation, which Shani answered promptly. Eric did not fail to offer support even when Trumaine appeared dubious about the effectiveness of their efforts.
“The center has been open for seven years, right? Hardly enough time to effect lasting change in an area that has been hard hit by a slow economy and drugs for over twenty years. Still you’ve done a tremendous job.” Eric looked around the adult education classroom in admiration.
“Thank you, Senator. By the way, Mr. Delacrosse,” she turned to Trumaine. “We have a seventy percent completion rate in our high school equivalency program. Unfortunately, job placement is a much bigger challenge.”
“In this job market it’s no wonder,” Eric put in before Trumaine could speak.
Trumaine snapped his notebook shut as they headed back to Shani’s office. “Humph, well that about does it” He arched an eyebrow at his boss.
“Thank you so much for taking time to show us around, Sh…, Ms. Moore.” Eric shook her hand.
“You’re quite welcome.” She walked with him to the lobby.
Trumaine lingered behind. “Looks like I’ll be seeing more of this place,” he said in an undertone to Elaine.
“Count on it,” Elaine whispered back.
“What did you say, Trumaine?” Eric called over his shoulder.
Trumaine scurried to join him. “Just saying goodbye to Ms. Moore’s secretary.”
Shani spent the rest of the day dealing with all manner of concerns that usua
lly left her feeling spent and irritated. But nothing could pierce her buoyant mood. After work, she headed for the China Garden restaurant to meet Terrilyn.
“Whew, I’m so hungry. How are you doing, sweetie?” Shani beamed at her friend across the table.
Terrilyn sat back to examine her. “Who are you, and what have you done with the real Shani Moore?”
“Don’t be silly.” Shani snickered. She waved the waitress over. After ordering, she sat back with a satisfied sigh. “What a great day.”
Terrilyn wagged a forefinger at her. “Tell me what you’re up to right now.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I’ve got it! Today you met with Eric Aucoin and publicly humiliated him again. His crushed ego is still splattered all over the walls at the center. Go, girl.” She raised her glass of iced tea in a mock toast.
“Actually, it wasn’t like that at all.” Shani squeezed a slice of lemon in her tea.
“Not one insult?” Terrilyn looked skeptical.
“Nope.”
“Not even a little jab?”
“Uh-uh.” Shani grinned at her.
“I’m in an alternate universe.” Terrilyn closed her eyes for a few seconds before gazing across at Shani.
“Eric seems to truly understand what we’re trying to do now that we’ve met twice to discuss it.” Shani watched with glee the reaction to her words.
“Eric?” Terrilyn’s mouth hung open.
“He just feels strongly that programs should be accountable to the taxpayers. I can live with that.” Shani spoke with confidence.
“I knew it! I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist that tasty morsel of masculinity. Bet I know what area you and Eric agreed on first. Dinner, Saturday night,” Terrilyn said.
“Friday.” Shani gave a delighted laugh. “It’s strange, Terrilyn. After spending time with him, I found out he isn’t at all the kind of person I thought he was. He’s so … nice.”
“And you’re sure getting next to him is a good idea?”
“Have you heard something about him? Don’t tell me he’s left a string of destroyed women all over this town.” Shani stared at her friend in dismay.
“No, no. He doesn’t have that kind of reputation. It’s just … Are you sure the differences won’t become a problem? I don’t want to see you go through another letdown.” Terrilyn gripped her hand.
“I’m taking it slow, girl. Don’t worry.” Shani pressed Terrilyn’s hand for a second in reassurance.
Still, nagging doubts tugged around the edges of her consciousness as she kept up light chatter through the rest of dinner. Alone at her apartment, Shani pondered all the possible consequences of letting Eric into her life. She made a promise to hold back and not let her heart rule her mind. But the thought of how those large hands would feel against her skin, pulling her close lingered.
***
“This is my favorite restaurant in the city.” Eric swept a hand around the dining room.
“It’s beautiful,” Shani agreed.
Though she loved Lebanese food, this was her first time eating at the upscale Serop’s. The carpet was fashioned in rich jewel colors just like a fine Persian carpet. The chairs were plush and upholstered in the same ruby red, emerald, and royal blue. The soft sound of Eastern music floated around them.
“You’re going to love the Mousaka. Of course, the kebabs are great too, especially the beef.” Eric pointed to the menu, leaning toward her with enthusiasm.
“I love it all,” Shani replied. She could feel the heat from his skin. Not wanting him to pull away too soon, she asked a question. “What about the kebbi?”
“Delicious.” Eric’s gaze shifted from the list of entrees to her face.
Shani looked up into those clear eyes. “Maybe I’ll give it a try,” she said in a soft voice.
“You won’t be sorry.” He put down the menu.
“What will you be having today?” A short round waiter held his pad, pencil poised.
The magic moment, a brief time only the two of them seemed to exist, dissolved. They took their time choosing entrees, exchanging experiences at other restaurants. After ordering, conversation flowed between them. Shani marveled at the comfortable fit of being with him. It did not take long for them to share family histories, where they went to school, and other personal information. She loved to see his eyes light up when he laughed. Or the way his heavy, dark brown eyebrows drew together when he was discussing a serious subject Shani found herself contemplating the joy of being a part of this man’s life in a serious way.
“Excuse me?” Shani blushed. She missed what he was saying, so vivid was the image of lying in his arms amidst smooth cotton sheets.
“Hey, look at me. I’ve been rambling on for so long, you’re bored stiff.” Eric stared down and fiddled with his napkin.
“Oh no, not at all. I’m sorry, I was just thinking …” Shani hesitated. She did not know how to go on. How to tell him without coming on too strong? I can’t believe I’m here feeling like this. I hardly know the man.
“Yes?”
“This is so strange. A few days ago I wanted to slash your tires and publicly humiliate you. And now I’m laughing at your jokes.” Shani gazed at him.
“And I know my jokes aren’t that funny,” he said with a grin. “So that means we like each other. We’re Eric and Shani, not Senator Aucoin and Ms. Moore.” He took her hand.
Shani felt sweet yearning flow through her body. A yearning stronger than she had ever felt before, not even for Robert. “You’re very different from how I imagined you to be.”
“I haven’t evicted any widows or taken candy from a baby in weeks.” Eric’s eyes twinkled with mirth.
“See, I’ve had a positive influence on you all ready.” Shani giggled. “You might even vote liberal next election.”
“Hey, let’s not get carried away.” He let out a musical laugh. “Maybe you’ll vote conservatively.”
“Depends on the candidate I guess.” Shani’s eyes softened with affection.
Eric gazed at her. “I want to spend more time with you, Shani. There’s something strong between us.”
“I feel it, too. But you don’t think our views will be a barrier?” Shani wanted to touch his face.
“Not if we talk it out. I don’t know any couple who agree on everything. Besides, it’s worth it. Well?”
“Let’s do it. I mean … uh.” Shani’s eyes went wide. “We’ll get to know each other, not …”
Eric stroked her hands to calm her fear. “I don’t want to rush anything this important.”
“Me either.” Shani stared at their entwined hands. His touch both comforted and excited her.
“Now what do we do?” Eric smiled at her.
“I’ve got an idea. Let’s go downtown to see the Christmas lights.” Shani wanted to share one of her greatest pleasures at this time of year with him. Being with him would make it even more so.
“You’ve got it. I haven’t done that in years.” Eric’s face brightened at the prospect.
They strolled around the governmental complex admiring the lights and displays set up by the city. Shani loved walking beside him, her arm looped through his. They bought hot chocolate from a street vendor. They even danced the two-step as a Zydeco band played on the levee plaza overlooking the Mississippi River. The huge bridge spanning the river between Baton Rouge and Port Allen was strung with white lights that shone against the deep blue night sky. Shani felt a kind of enchantment in the air. When they returned to Shani’s apartment, he came inside but would not stay.
“I had a fantastic time. But it’s time to go.” Eric stood near speaking low.
“You’re working on Saturday even?” Shani felt dazed by the force of his presence.
“Yes, but that’s not why I’d better leave. Believe me taking it slow with you isn’t on my mind right now. Goodnight, Shani.” He covered her lips with his, exploring with slow movements.
“Goodnight,�
�� Shani said.
From the moment the door closed behind him until she sank beneath her down comforter, Shani relived the sensation of his kiss. Being in his arms was more electrifying than she’d imagined. Yet she relished the process of getting to know him. It would make the first time they made love even more passionate. The days ahead seemed luminous with the promise of love.
Chapter 3
The sky was several shades of gray, dark lead to silver in spots. A fine mist hung in the air. Shani shivered even though the heater in her Toyota Camry was working well. Trips to the Angola State Penitentiary sent chills through her no matter what the weather. She would never get used to this. The long winding drive only added to her dread each time she went to visit her younger brother. It was depressing in the summer when the trees and bushes of rural West Feliciana parish were resplendent in deep green, sunlight painting the rolling hills bright yellow, and blue skies stretching for miles. Then she thought of how much J.J. loved the outdoors. How awful that he had to see such beauty from such a dreary place. But today the scenery was a perfect match to her mood.
Shani went through the routine search at the gate. She was searched again before she was allowed into the visiting area, a large room scattered with tables and hard metal folding chairs. Four or five guards took turns strolling around the big room or standing along the walls observing. All the prisoners were dressed in pale blue denim shirts and dark blue jeans. J.J. wore a crooked smile that was a shadow of the radiant boyish one he’d once had. Shani could see the progressive change with every visit during the first six months of his sentence. His face was thinner and his eyes dull.
“Hello, J.J.” Shani hugged him tight.
“How ya doin’, baby. Whew! Look at you. Getting prettier every year. Just like Mama.” J.J.‘s face softened for a few seconds before the veil of hardness came back. “So how’s the family?”
Shani shifted in her chair. “Doing fine.” Too soon to tell him Brendon would not come. “The kids are growing like weeds.”
“Wish I could see Colin. And Janine was pregnant with Kara when I was sent up the first time.”
