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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James
Simply Decadent: A Gift of Chocolate By Lyric James
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. A Gift of Chocolate Copyright© 2008 Lyric James ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐221‐0 Cover Artist: Sable Grey Editor: Devin Govaere All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication To the ladies of DARN‐IT Brandi Broughton Leanne Karella Tanner Holmes Richelle Chevalier Nina Davies Anna Leigh Keaton Madison Layle Shonna Brannon
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Prologue Krista Wesley locked the door to her brownstone and scowled at the rolling clouds overhead. An ominous sign. Fortunately, Krista was not superstitious. Business would pick up again, she told herself. It had to. Despite the health craze sweeping the country, people still needed a taste of chocolate every now and then. Isn’t that what her grandma always said? Krista bit one end of a chocolate‐covered pretzel and decided to walk to the grocery store. The trek would do her body good. Although, she’d cut it short by crossing through the park. She spent so much time, money and energy baking and cooking for her business, she often forgot to stock her kitchen at home. Living above her store might not have been a good idea for her waistline, but she couldn’t afford two mortgages. The one she had was more than enough. She’d inherited the quaint two‐story brownstone from her grandmother free and clear, but she’d had to mortgage it to turn the ground floor into a dream‐come‐true. Krista was her own boss, the owner of her own company. Simply Decadent was a little shop, but it was big enough for her. Using some of her grandma’s recipes, and her own sense of style, Krista had put her life into making the homemade candies. She’d make it on her own efforts, and she would succeed. Living and working downtown put her at the center of the action, not that she spent much personal time enjoying the fast‐paced world of
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James the state’s capital. But her shop, perfectly situated in the heart of Little Rock, gave her the best opportunity to share her sweet tooth with the public. Now, if she could just convince the public to take a bite. Maybe then she could get those pushy developers off her back. Crunching the last of her pretzel, she stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets, strolled through MacArthur Park, and watched two squirrels scamper up the trunk of an aged oak tree. The corner grocery that had been there probably since the first settlers arrived in Little Rock was on the other side. Nearing the store, she wondered whether the constant rumble she heard came from the rolling clouds overhead or the traffic on I‐30. She hoped it was the latter, because cold, rainy days always put a damper on her business. After gathering up some fruits, nutrition bars, diet soft drinks, and microwaveable low‐cal TV dinners, she pulled out her checkbook and ignored Charlie’s raised eyebrow. “Never thought to see you join the dieter’s bandwagon, Krista.” “Have you ever tried chocolate‐covered strawberries, Charlie? They’re to die for, and these granola bars are fabulous for dipping into a little white chocolate.” The grocer threw back his head and roared with laughter that shook his barrel‐sized belly. Put him in a beard and red suit and he’d give Santa some competition. Picking up her sack and six‐pack, she said, “Either would make a great gift basket for Sally.” At Charlie’s puzzled look, Krista chuckled. “Forgot to get your sweetheart something for Valentine’s Day again? It’s in a couple of days, you know.” “Oh, damn.” He cringed and looked around, probably expecting to see his missus scowling over his shoulder. “I’ll stop in tomorrow. What time do you open?” “For you, Charlie, just knock. I’ll be in the kitchen before sunrise for the next few days.” “Thanks.” She bit back another chuckle and saluted with her six‐pack as she went out, the overhead bell jingling her exit.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Krista heard the commotion before she saw them. Heckling laughter and taunting shouts. Three kids surrounded a dark lump on a park bench. “Want to drink piss, old man?” “He ain’t nothin’ but a stinkin’ bum. Ain’t ya?” The boys poked the lump, which grunted but didn’t move. “Gonna beg, you old beggar?” The tallest boy, apparently the leader of the gang, whacked the lump with what appeared to be a broken broom handle. “Come on, wake up, you old drunk.” They couldn’t be more than ten years old. Where were their parents? “Hey! Leave that man alone.” Krista jogged toward the group, her sack jostling in her arm. “You gonna make us?” the leader sniped. After he turned toward her, he gaped. She recognized him, too. Krista had paid him a few times to sweep the sidewalk in front of her store. His mother worked two jobs to pay for their one‐bedroom flop a few blocks east of the park. “Billy, what do you think you’re doing harassing that poor man? You know better than that.” She looked at the surprised faces of his two cohorts. She was terrible with names but great with faces, and she’d seen those dirty little cheeks and wide eyes before. They’d been round as saucers when the boys stared at the candies in her display case, and those cheeks had been full when she’d caved in and given them a few samples to taste. “You two, is this what I get for giving you candies from my store? You terrorize others who are more in need of kindness than you are?” Unable to put her hands on her hips because she was still holding her groceries, she glared at them instead. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.” “Aww, we didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” “We was just teasin’ him.” “That’s no excuse for being bullies. Now get home before I tell your parents what you’ve been up to. And poking someone with a stick is a bit
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James more than simple teasing.” She watched them a moment before turning her attention back to the man huddled on the bench. “Mister? Are you okay?” Kneeling, she set her groceries on the ground then laid a hand on his shoulder. She jerked back when he stirred. “Sir? Can I get you some help?” With worry gnawing at her gut, she guided the man to a seated position and was surprised to see he had a long, white beard. Even though he was dressed in a ragged wool coat over a brown shirt, soiled pants and battered boots, the old man didn’t smell like a drunk. Instead, he smelled of a pleasant, rather woodsy musk fragrance. His face remained partially shadowed by the wide brim of his battered fedora. Still, when he looked at her, she conjured up a wizard’s hat for him in her mind and nearly called him Merlin. Shaking her head at her wayward thoughts, she gave him her friendliest smile. “I’m sorry about those little hoodlums. I hope they didn’t hurt you, Mister...?” “Eros.” “Mister Eros. Pleasure to meet you. My name is Krista.” She held out her hand and cocked an amused brow when he wrapped it between his gnarled hands. “You have a gentle heart, miss. Is there something I may do to repay you for your kind assistance?” “Oh, I don’t think...” “Do you not have worries, troubles, concerns that burden you?” A sudden laugh bubbled from her throat. “Doesn’t everyone have worries?” “Perhaps I could help you with them just by lending a friendly ear.” His arthritic thumb soothingly stroked the back of her hand. Encouraging her to spill her guts. For a second, she nearly told him about the morning visit from the irritatingly persistent suits who were pressuring her to sell the brownstone. They didn’t care about one woman’s dreams, only profit margins and commercial development. Her property was prime real estate, and they had yet to accept her firm refusal
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James to deal. “Do you cook?” His question startled her, and her lips curled at the absurdity of the moment. How odd that he would ask such a thing. “Yes, I do.” “Then may I offer this as a token of thanks?” From inside his worn and patched jacket, he pulled out a small, blue‐tinted glass bottle. A heart‐ shaped stopper plugged the delicate neck of the beautifully decorated container. Thin gold filigree twisted around the bottle and held tiny gems that sparkled in the setting sun’s light. Whether or not those gemstones were real, the bottle looked expensive, and she wondered how a homeless man came by such a treasure. His chuckle pulled her gaze from the delicate design. She couldn’t see his eyes because of the hat, but judging by the smile, they surely twinkled. “I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re thinking.” “I...” She frowned and a blush heated her cheeks. She’d meant to deny it, but the lie hung in her throat. She felt guilty for even considering such an insulting thought. He may be down on his luck now, but everyone had things that meant a great deal to them. This obviously was something special for him. And because of that, she couldn’t accept the precious token, not for something as insignificant as chasing off a few brats. “Thank you, but I couldn’t accept that.” “It’s quite safe. No poison.” He took the stopper out and poured a drop on his tongue. “Mmm. See?” “Thank you, but you keep it. I only wanted to help.” She patted his hand and made to rise, but his sudden grip stopped her. “It is mine to give, and I give it to you. Here.” He took her hand and placed the bottle on her palm, wrapping her fingers around it. “It holds an elixir. Not much, but enough. It makes a tasty dessert when used by the helpful hands of a friendly cook. With it, may you find your heart’s desire.” “Some sort of love potion, huh?” she asked, amused, and was pleased to see his wide, toothy grin.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “The path to a man’s heart is through his stomach, no?” He patted his tummy, and she laughed. “It’s a simple sweetener for a sweet person. Although, when mixed with chocolate, it’s sure to make you fall in love.” His teasing smile held a hint of the rogue he must have been in his youth. “How can anyone resist chocolate?” If he only knew! “All right. I’ll accept.” She fought the urge to grin like a monkey and maintain a serious expression. “But if it gives my sweet tooth a cavity, I’m going to hunt you down.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way, my protective huntress.” Giving in to a final giggle, she surprised herself, and probably him too, by kissing his whiskered cheek before grabbing her groceries and heading home. * * * * * Before dawn the next morning, Krista stood in her kitchen, stirring melted chocolate and staring at the mysterious liquid in the see‐through bottle. She’d pulled the stopper earlier and sniffed the contents, but wasn’t sure about using the sweetener in a batch of candies for her customers. Still, the man had tasted it himself. Deciding to make a small batch for herself, she tilted the bottle to let a couple drops trickle into the bowl. The unexpected brush of fur at her ankle startled her. She nearly dropped the bottle and, before she could right the container, the last drop of liquid plopped into her bowl of chocolate. “Damn it,” she cursed in direct opposition to the contented purr of her cat draped around her calf. “You spoiled fur ball. Look what you made me do.” The cat yawned and flicked her tail in a feline gesture that Krista was certain meant whatever. Scowling, she dipped a finger into the mixture and tasted. “Mmmm. It’s different, but good.” She grabbed a spoon, stirred, and glanced at the cat. “You won’t lose one of your nine lives after all.”
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Chapter One “Five‐four, what’s your twenty?” Officer Allen Hughes got out of his patrol car and pressed the call button on his shoulder. “Five‐four. Ninth and Commerce. I’m en route to Simply Decadent to speak to the owner about the rash of robberies in the neighborhood.” “Ten‐four.” He reached back inside the car and pulled his jacket off the passenger side front seat, slid it on, and then shut the door. He adjusted his gun belt and walked toward the store. When he was halfway up the sidewalk and a wind blew, he wished he’d put on his hat. February was always the coldest month of the year. He opened the door of the shop, welcoming the warmth and familiar jingle over his head once he stepped inside. From the kitchen area the owner came out carrying a tray she sat next to the register. “Hey, Krista.” “Officer Hughes. I haven’t seen you in a while. The mean streets of Little Rock keeping you busy?” He liked coming in her store. It was still in the heart of the city, but in a nice, quiet neighborhood where he could take a break during the day and get away from the grind. He often liked to come in, sit at one of the tables with a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll, and write his reports. “Yeah, something like that. That’s why I stopped by actually.” She quirked a brow at him and said, “Oh, really?” “Have you heard about the rash of robberies that have been
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James happening in this area?” “Yes, I heard one of my neighbors talking about it the other day. Has it gotten to be a big problem?” He nodded. “Enough that we’re going around to all the local shops to make sure you don’t forget to turn your alarms on, and make sure your doors are locked in the evening when you leave.” Allen looked over his shoulder as the chime above the door let out its familiar ring. A little girl, probably around six years old, walked in. She was wearing a khaki skirt, a navy blue shirt, navy blue tights, and tennis shoes. A typical school uniform. Her red coat looked worn, but clean, and she had on a pair of red gloves. Her hair was braided up into a ponytail that swung back and forth when she turned her head. She smiled and pressed her nose against the glass case. Krista grinned at him and walked over to her. “Can I help you?” The little girl reached inside her coat pocket, pulled out a handful of change, and dropped it on the counter. Allen saw about ten pennies, a nickel, and a dime. “I’d like to buy some candy for my Mommy for Valentine’s Day.” Krista leaned forward and placed her hand under her chin. “Why, isn’t that sweet? How much money do you have?” “I don’t know. I got it out of my piggy bank this morning when Mommy wasn’t looking. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He watched Krista finger the money and count it. Her store wasn’t expensive, but he knew the little girl didn’t have enough to purchase anything. But knowing how kindhearted Krista was to the kids in this neighborhood, she’d walk out of here with something to give her mother. He glanced out the front window, his cop instincts kicking in and realized there was no car out front. “Did you walk over here all by yourself?” The little girl glanced at him and nodded her head. “Uh huh. I came over from the art center. My mommy’s not due to pick me up for another ten minutes, so I walked over here.” Allen reached inside his breast pocket, pulled out a five‐dollar bill,
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James and placed it on the counter. “I’ll take care of it,” he said quietly. “Can I buy one of these?” she asked and pointed toward the heart shaped chocolate Krista just brought out. Smiling, Krista walked down to the end of the counter by the register and picked up the cover of a cake topper. Inside were dozens of chocolate candies with what looked like walnuts inside. “Um…well, I don’t know. How about one of these over here?” “But these are shaped like hearts and it’s a Valentine’s present.” Allen saw Krista hesitate, but offered a piece to the little girl anyway. “Take a small bite and tell me what you think,” she said. The little girl smiled, removed her gloves and took it. “Thank you.” She bit off a tiny bite and said, “This is good. Do I have enough money to buy three of them?” “You sure do,” Krista replied “And I’ll even wrap them in a pretty red box for you.” She finished chewing and said, “Thank you,” again. It was so refreshing to see a child with good manners. Most of the kids he ran across only mumbled “uh huh” and “yeah,” hunched their shoulders, walked around with their pants half hanging off their butts, and had no respect for adults. He also knew what a dangerous world he lived in, so he decided that when the child left, he’d take her back over to the art center. Her teacher and her mother were probably looking for her by now. He bent down and asked, “What’s your name?” “Kennadi,” she said, licking her fingers. Krista rang up the purchase and gave him his change. She put three pieces of chocolate candy in white tissue paper and placed them in a small red box, then tied a ribbon around it. “Here you go, sweetie.” Kennadi stood on tiptoe and reached up to take the box. “Thank you.” “Why don’t I escort you back over to the center?” he asked her. “Are you a real policeman?” she asked. He nodded and, with a smile, pointed to his badge on his chest. “I sure am. And I don’t think you should be walking alone. It’s not safe.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Kennadi seemed to think about that for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “Okay.” Allen walked to the door and held it open for her. “I’ll see you later, Krista. Don’t forget about your doors and turning on your alarm tonight.” “I won’t. Thanks. Don’t be a stranger.” He grinned and replied, “I’ll stop by one day next week and take over one of your tables to write my reports.” “Look forward to seeing you then,” she said and waved. “Goodbye.” * * * * * Sabrina Miller hefted her backpack onto her shoulder and looked both ways before crossing the street. She’d just gotten a job, and what a godsend. With only a few hundred dollars left to her name, she’d worried how she would pay next month’s rent. The cashier job at Charlie’s Food Market only paid a couple dollars over minimum wage, and was only part time, but it was definitely better than nothing. Her student loan was gone after having paid for tuition, books and supplies, and purchasing a few clothes from the Family Dollar Store for Kennadi. She was carrying a full load this semester with English Composition, General Chemistry, Psychology, and Computer Concepts. If she got good grades, she’d only have to take Microbiology in the summer before she began the Respiratory Therapy program in the fall. Good things seemed to be coming her way. After her ex‐husband was arrested a couple of years ago, she knew she had no choice but to finally walk away from the marriage. But there were times when she didn’t know if she and Kennadi were going to make it. She lived with the constant fear that she wouldn’t be able to take care of her daughter and provide a stable home for her. She worried that maybe leaving him wasn’t the right thing to do. He was Kennadi’s father, and she knew he loved her. However, when the need for drugs outweighed feeding your family, something was very
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James wrong. So, she walked away, filed for divorce, and decided to complete her education. Taking the bit between her teeth, she enrolled in school, found a small apartment with an elementary school and library nearby. And now a job. With no car, she’d ride the city bus back and forth to school, but everything else was within walking distance. Yes, things were looking up. Still, thoughts plagued her daily about how she was going to feed them. Her cabinets held only the bare essentials, and she had a sum total of ten dollars in her pocket. Thank goodness she had a bus pass that lasted all month. But it would need to be renewed. She’d been happy but too afraid to ask Charlie when she’d get her first paycheck. Hopefully, it would be before the twenty‐ninth. Right now, she needed to figure out what they were going to eat the rest of the week. She rounded the corner to the art center where Kennadi was in the free after‐school art program. She was running late and didn’t want Abby, Kennadi’s teacher, to have to wait. Sabrina pulled the door open and stepped inside. She climbed the few steps and spotted Abby coming toward her, wearing her typical uniform of blue jeans, T‐shirt, and smock covered with paint from little hands, with her walking stick tap, tap, tapping the marble floor. Abby was a truly amazing woman. She was blind, but effortlessly dealt with ten six‐year‐olds every day after school with no problems. “Hey, Abby.” When she got closer to her, Sabrina realized she had a worried look on her face. “Oh, Sabrina. I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t find Kennadi.” Her heart jumped, and a lump formed in her throat. “Oh, my God. How long has she been missing?” “Only about five minutes. I left her in the room coloring a picture and went into the storage closet to put up the supplies. When I came back out, she was gone.” Sabrina’s bag slid down her arm into her hand as she made rapid
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James strides through the entryway. She glanced over her shoulder to see Abby following. “Have you searched in the children’s theatre? You know how she likes to go in there and watch them practice.” “Yes. I checked there first.” Sabrina tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she peered into the fiber art exhibit. “What about the museum store? She likes to play with the puppets.” “No, I didn’t try in there. I’ll go. You check the other exhibits.” “Okay.” What kind of mother am I? she thought to herself. It was all her fault. If she hadn’t been late, her daughter wouldn’t be missing. Did her father come and pick her up? Ever since she filed for divorce, he’d been threatening to take her. She scanned the Young Arkansas Artists exhibit then moved down the hall until she got to the Delta exhibit. Kennadi wasn’t in there either. Sabrina twisted the strap on her pack. “What am I going to do?” Abby found her in the hallway. “She wasn’t in the store either.” “What about the pottery room?” “It’s not open on weekdays anymore.” She made a full three‐hundred‐sixty‐degree circle as dread sank into her heart. “What about the gazebo?” “Oh, I didn’t think about that. Come on.” Abby led the way, using her walking cane to maneuver around the statues in the lobby. Just as they stepped outside, a police officer was getting out of his car. But the only thing Sabrina focused on was the little head peaking over the top of the passenger side door. “Oh, my God.” Kennadi.
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Chapter Two Sabrina rushed forward and shouted, “Kennadi.” Her daughter smiled and jumped out of the car. “Hi, Mommy.” She held up a little red box with a bow on it. “Surprise!” “What is it? Is she okay?” Abby asked her. “For some reason, she’s with a police officer.” “Oh, my God,” she whispered. Sabrina dropped down on her knees and pulled her close. Kennadi reared back. “Look, Mommy. I bought you something for Valentine’s Day.” Sabrina touched her face, fingered her ponytail, and inspected her from head to toe. “I was so worried about you. Where have you been?” With a smile on her face and a chocolate smudge on the corner of her mouth, she said, “I went to the bakery across the street.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “What? You shouldn’t have done that. You disappeared, and Abby didn’t know where you were. We were both so worried.” Kennadi’s caramel‐colored little face switched from happy to sad. “I’m sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Not wanting to put a damper on her gift, but needing to let her know what she did was wrong, she responded, “Thank you so much, sweetheart. But you scared Mommy to death. Did you walk over there all by yourself?” The corners of her mouth tilted upward. “Uh huh. And I even looked both ways before I crossed the street. Just like you taught me.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Abby asked the police officer, “How did you find her?” Sabrina was so focused on her child that she hadn’t taken much notice of the police officer standing behind her daughter. “I was in the store when she came in, so I decided to bring her back. I figured you’d be looking for her by now.” Sabrina looked up and then up again. This guy, with his shaved head and near‐perfect stature, was the stuff heroes were made of on the covers of the romance novels she read. At least six‐two, he looked as if he’d been specifically chosen and decadently placed in a rich pool of milk chocolate by God himself. Abby, unaware of the tension rolling through Sabrina’s body, said, “Well, that’s good. I’m so relieved. We were so worried about her. I’ll go inside and get her bag.” Sabrina needed to snap out of it. One minute she was about to go stark raving mad with worry about her daughter, the next she couldn’t take her eyes off the officer who’d brought her safely back. “Thanks, Abby. And thank you so much, Officer...?” “Hughes. Allen Hughes.” She liked his voice. And his eyes, which were a deep shade of brown, almost black, were mesmerizing. “I thought...” She shook her head from side to side. “Well, never mind what I thought.” She stooped back down to look at Kennadi. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “I’m fine. Officer Allen helped me pay for your surprise, too.” “Oh, no. I couldn’t let you do that,” she croaked, inwardly wincing at the choked sound of her own voice. He tilted his head to the side and smiled. “It’s no problem. Besides, if you pay me back, then it wouldn’t be a gift, now would it?” “I guess not.” Kennadi tugged at her sleeve. “Open it, Mommy. Open it.” “Okay, sweetie.” Sabrina untied the bow, then opened the box and lifted out the tissue paper. “Try one. It tastes really good.” As she pushed the paper aside, she grinned. “Chocolate.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Your favorite.” “They sure are, sweetie.” She cupped her daughter’s cheek. “Well, since there are three pieces, why don’t we all eat one?” “I already had one. The lady at the store let me try one before we bought them. Just share one with Officer Allen.” “Okay.” She lifted the box up, and he grinned as he took one out. “Thanks.” After she took a bite, she told him, “I don’t think I can say thank you enough for finding her, and for this,” she said, lifting the box up. “I really appreciate it.” He ate his in one bite. “No problem. Just part of the job. Plus, she seems like a really good kid.” The sudden surge of love for her daughter made her beam as she responded, “Yes, she is.” Sabrina leaned down until she was face‐to‐face with Kennadi, and then she tweaked her daughter on the nose. “Except for today. Don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me?” Kennadi’s cheeks flushed and her hazel eyes, so like her father’s, sparkled with excitement. “Yes, ma’am. You like your present, don’t you, Mommy?” “Yes, I do, and it was very sweet of you to get it for me, but no more crossing streets without an adult. Okay?” Kennadi nodded. “I promise.” “You and your husband raised a very well‐mannered little girl,” Officer Hughes said. Sabrina tensed, not quite sure how to respond. “Well, um...” What could she say? I had a husband, but we’re not together because drugs were more important to him than his family. No. She wouldn’t respond that way. She couldn’t hang her dirty laundry out there like that. “Mommy and Daddy aren’t together anymore.” Embarrassed, Sabrina squeaked out, “Kennadi.” She gave her a fierce hug, turned her around, and patted her on the back. “Why don’t you go inside and get your backpack from Abby so she won’t have to come all the way out here.” “Okay.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Tell Officer Hughes goodbye and thank him.” Kennadi turned before she walked through the door and waved. “Goodbye, Officer Allen, and thank you for helping me buy Mommy’s Valentine’s present.” He returned her wave. “You’re welcome, Kennadi.” Then he focused his attention on her. “So, I see you’re a student, too.” Almost forgotten, she tugged her backpack up on her shoulder. “Oh, yeah. I just got out of class.” “Where do you go to school?” “Pulaski Tech. Kennadi comes here every day after school and then I pick her up.” “Well, I patrol this area, so I’ll keep an eye out for her. Make sure she doesn’t take any other unsupervised trips to the bakery without permission,” he offered with a grin that threatened to make Sabrina’s toes curl. “Thank you. I don’t know what made her do that. She knows she’s not to go anywhere by herself.” He shrugged. “Well, she wanted it to be a surprise, so she probably planned it and waited for the perfect opportunity; when her teacher wasn’t in the room.” “I guess so. I never knew she was so sneaky.” His grin sent a shiver through her, and it had nothing to do with how cold it was outside. Lord, this man could get her motor running with just a little smile. “Kids will amaze you.” “Don’t I know it?” Sabrina stared up at him for an awkward moment. She never thought she was a sucker for a man in uniform, but something about his dark blue suit, the gun belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and the badge on his chest just did something to her. “I got my bag, Mommy,” Kennadi said, running full speed out the door. “Okay then, I guess it’s time for us to go.” Quickly, she bent down, pulled Kennadi’s hat over her head, and zipped up her coat. It was a short walk to their apartment, but it was still
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James cold outside, and she couldn’t afford for either one of them to catch a cold. After she did the same to herself, she turned to Officer Hughes. “Thank you again.” “No problem.” She hated to see him go, but as attractive as he was, he wasn’t for her. No man on earth wanted a ready‐made family, no matter how nice he seemed. Besides, between school, Kennadi, and her new job, she didn’t have time for a relationship. Not that he wanted one anyway. “Goodbye.” “Bye.” She watched him as he got in his patrol car. Sabrina clasped Kennadi’s hand tightly as they walked down the sidewalk and turned right, past the arts center. She loved the old building, especially since they remodeled it. The russet brick and tall white columns; the beautiful landscaping and the water fountain out front. Amazing was the only word to describe it. “You need a lift?” Shocked, she turned to see Officer Hughes pull up beside them. “Um, no. We don’t live that far away. We can walk.” How nice of him to offer, but she didn’t want him to feel obligated, even though he was a cop. “It’s no trouble.” “Come on, Mommy. It’s cold,” Kennadi said, making up Sabrina’s mind. “Well, then. If you’re sure it’s okay.” “Sure. Hop on in.” She opened the back door, ushered Kennadi inside first, then got in and shut the door. ’ “Where am I going?” “Sixteen‐twenty Sherman,” Sabrina told him as she buckled Kennadi’s seat belt, then her own. “So, where do you go to school, Kennadi?” he asked as he glanced in his rearview mirror and pulled out into the street. “Rockefeller Elementary School. I’m in first grade.” “Do you like school?”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Yes.” “What’s your favorite subject?” he asked quickly, his lips twitching. “Art.” “Which is why the after‐school program at the art center is perfect for her,” Sabrina added. “It allows her to get out all that creative energy.” He probably saw her as pitiable. She didn’t have a car. She almost lost her daughter and, when he saw the building she lived in, it would be even worse. It wasn’t a slum, but it was old and small. However, under the circumstances, it was the best she could do. “What is her mom studying in school?” “Respiratory Therapy.” “Cool. I don’t think I’ve ever met a respiratory therapist before,” he replied as he turned onto her street. “Well, I’m not one yet.” He glanced at her. “You will be, though. I can tell.” He pulled up in front of her building and put the car in park. “Here we are.” “Thanks. I appreciate it,” she said and hurriedly unbuckled both of their seatbelts, eager to put their unexpected meeting behind her. “Anytime.” “I’ll see you around, I guess.” “I hope so.” When she reached the front of her building, she turned just in time to see him wave. Maybe she’d run into him again. He worked in the area, and so did she. Plus, she did volunteer that Kennadi was at the art center every day. He’d know she’d be there after school. Of course, that didn’t mean anything. She was quite sure he wouldn’t seek her out. She just wasn’t that lucky when it came to men. A struggling single mother and a bachelor cop had absolutely nothing in common. As she opened the door to her apartment and flicked on the lights, she commented to Kennadi, “I guess you’ll have something to share during show and tell tomorrow, huh?” It was only later, as Sabrina drifted off to sleep, that Officer Allen Hughes’ image reappeared. This time he wasn’t wearing his uniform. He
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Chapter Three The next morning in roll call, Allen called himself every bit a fool. He chewed himself up one side and down the other for not at least asking for her telephone number or something. So what if she shot him down and said no? At least he’d know and wouldn’t have spent the entire night thinking about her. It wouldn’t have been the first time a woman had told him no. In high school and most of college, he’d been the poster boy of Nerdville. Sure, he’d had a couple of mildly serious relationships, but he’d yet to experience love. The true love where you got weak in the knees and you couldn’t wait to see that person every day. Grabbing the rest of his equipment to head out to his patrol car, he considered finding her again. She did mention she picked Kennadi up every day at the arts center, but if he showed up, would it be too obvious? Did he care? “What’s up, man? I called your name three times, and you didn’t hear me,” his buddy, Justin, said. “Sorry, man. I guess I’m a little distracted.” “Hmmm. It wouldn’t have anything to do with that lady you met yesterday, now would it?” he asked, smiling. Allen wished he’d kept his mouth shut. He’d told Justin about her yesterday after work, filling him in on the little girl he’d met, and her beautiful mother.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James He shrugged his shoulders and tossed his police bag in the trunk of the car. “Yeah, I guess.” “Well, you know where she lives, why don’t you go by and see her? Or go by the arts center again.” “I’ll think about it.” “You’re single, and didn’t the little girl say her parents weren’t together anymore? Go see her.” Justin’s grin was as good as a challenge. The thought stirred up feelings of insecurity he hadn’t felt in years. But he wasn’t still that geeky twenty‐year‐old. “Maybe I will.” Justin shut the trunk of his vehicle and got inside, letting the window down. “Keep me posted,” he said before putting the car in gear and pulling off. Allen had a full day of work ahead of him. With any luck, he’d be too busy to think about her anymore. * * * * * He turned his blue lights off and stepped out of the patrol car. There was only one person in the car, a female. When he walked up, she let down her window. “License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.” She reached over to her glove compartment. “Sure, officer. One second.” “Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked. Handing her information to him, she responded. “No. I really wasn’t paying attention.” It figures. Probably late and overshooting her lunch hour. But that wasn’t an excuse. “Ma’am, you were doing fifty in a school zone, which means you were going thirty miles over the speed limit.” It was Kennadi’s school. And thinking of Kennadi made him think of her mother. At one in the afternoon, he’d been able to go all day—well, most of it—without thinking of her. He’d handled two accidents, a domestic dispute between a girlfriend and boyfriend, a break‐in at a car repair shop, and a drunk transient complaint. “I’m sorry,” the woman said, her expression resigned as she leaned
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James back in her seat. “I’ll be right back.” Allen walked back to his car and got inside. On his computer, he keyed in her driver’s license number and searched her history. There were no warrants, but this was her third speeding ticket this year. It appeared that she didn’t pay attention a lot. Her registration was up to date, and so was her insurance. Normally, for a first timer, he’d issue a warning, but since this was her fourth time, and it was in a school zone, she was getting a ticket. He shoved some stuff out of the way until he found his ticket book. He placed her license and other information on top of the keyboard, pulled out his pen, and began writing her ticket. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of kids race out onto the playground. Afternoon recess probably. He wondered what Kennadi was doing. What was her mother doing? Was she in class making A’s and B’s, being the teacher’s pet and answering all the questions? The thought made him smile. She seemed like an intelligent lady. A little down on her luck, maybe, but he could tell she was a good mother. And she was beautiful. Man, was she gorgeous. She’d been dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans, sweatshirt, and a pair of white tennis shoes. Perfect for a student, but then not too many students could fill out those jeans the way she did. He’d had to force himself not to stare. Her dark, silky hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her face clean from any makeup. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that attracted him, but there was definitely something there, something that wouldn’t let him quit thinking about her. Allen signed the ticket and got out of his car. He walked back to her window, and she rolled it down again. “I’m issuing you a citation for speeding; doing fifty miles in a twenty mile per hour school zone. Your court date is thirty days from now on Thursday, March 13th,” He handed her the ticket. “Please sign by the X. This is not an admission of guilt. It’s just saying you’ll take care of the citation.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James After she gave it back to him, he tore off her copy and handed it to her. “There are some numbers on the back of the ticket that you can call and they will tell you how to take care of it.” He noticed that she didn’t have anything over her shoulder. “Please put your seatbelt back on.” He walked back to his car, got inside, and waited for her to pull away. From Twenty‐first Street he turned onto Cumberland. “Five‐four, show me ready to receive a call.” “Ten‐four.” He turned right onto Fourteenth Street, then left onto Commerce and crossed the bridge. It was almost instinctive. School wasn’t even out, and he was passing by the arts center already, even when he knew she wouldn’t be there yet. “Five‐four.” Allen pressed his call button. “Five‐four, go ahead.” “Proceed to eight‐nine‐four Ninth Street. The clerk at the Exxon called in a gas and dash.” “Ten‐four.” Allen turned at the next corner and headed toward the store. “Show me en route.” By the time he finished with this call, his shift would be over. He sped down Commerce and turned on Ninth Street toward the station. When he pulled up, he called the call center. “Five‐four, show my arrival to eight‐nine‐four Ninth Street.” “Ten‐four.” After he got out of his car, the clerk came outside. Allen took the notepad and pen from his breast pocket. There were two other customers at pumps, filling their cars up. “You called about someone not paying for their gas.” “Yes. The car was a red, old model Camry. Probably a ninety‐five or a ninety‐six.” The smell of fuel was almost overpowering. Cold seeped through his jacket, and another afternoon shower was building to the west. Hopefully he’d get done here before the deluge hit. “Did you get the license plate number?” “Just the first three letters. They sped off before I could get the
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James rest.” That would be helpful, although, finding the car now would be next to impossible. “And they were?” “C, H, R.” A customer walked inside the store, so he followed the clerk inside. “Did you see who was driving?” He walked behind the register and rang up the purchase. “Only that it was white guy. He had on a dark shirt—I couldn’t tell if it was black or blue—and a pair of blue jeans.” Allen leaned up against the counter and tapped his notepad against the side of the counter. “Was anybody else in the car?” “I don’t think so.” He turned a page and wrote down the date and the address. “Okay. What is your name?” “Chris Jacobs.” He was young, about nineteen or twenty, with sandy blond hair and green eyes. “Are you the manager?” “No, but he’ll be here at about three.” Closing his notepad, Allen said, “All right, just let your manager know he can pick a report up at the police station in about forty‐eight hours.” “Okay. You think you’ll be able to catch the guy?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe, since you did get the first three letters of the license plate. But you never know.” “Does stuff like this happen a lot?” Obviously the kid hadn’t worked at this gas station long. Allen probably got at least four or five calls a week, always during the middle of the day. “Yes, especially since you’re so close to the freeway.” “Well, as long as they don’t take it out of my check, I’m cool.” Allen laughed and pushed the door open. “Thanks for coming by,” the kid called. “You’re welcome.” In his car, he found his report book and decided to write it up instead of saving it for tomorrow. It’d take up the rest of his time before
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James he checked out for the day. He didn’t want to admit to himself how many times his attention wandered to the clock on the dashboard. Why couldn’t he get her off his mind? Her. He hadn’t even asked her name. That’s just how obsessed his thinking about her had become. He completed his report, tucked everything back in his bag, and pulled out of the lot. Passing by Charlie’s Food Market, he decided to stop and get something to fix for dinner. He was tired of eating fast food. Wendy’s and Back Yard Burger had become his dinner companions lately. Once he circled around and found a parking space, he got out of the car. Inside, it smelled like fresh‐baked chocolate chip cookies. Mrs. Charlie was in the store. Just as he was about to pass the row of registers, he caught sight of a familiar profile. It couldn’t be. But when she looked up, it was. It was her. The lady with no name. The lady who had consumed his thoughts all day. * * * * * Sabrina ran a carton of milk across the bar code reader and looked up, her smile freezing on her face. All through the busy day, during the lunchtime crowd, the spill on aisle two, the unexpected delivery of a truck full of eggs that Charlie didn’t order, Sabrina thought of him. The amazing cop with the incredible smile, drop‐dead gorgeous dimples, and rescuer of her child; he couldn’t escape her mind. Sabrina hardly believed it. He’d been on the periphery of her psyche all day. She’d dreamed about him last night. And here he was. In the flesh, in the most fine‐looking flesh she’d ever seen. “Hi, Officer Hughes.” Good Heavens, she hoped she didn’t sound like a total geek. He leaned up against the counter, dressed in that pristine police uniform. And he was just as handsome, making her painfully aware of her plain old blue jeans and white shirt. She itched to pull her hair from its scrunchy and shake it out. Not that it would do much good. Why couldn’t she meet him when she was looking her best, instead of working hard all
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James day and showing it? “Hi. You know, I never did catch your name yesterday.” “Oh. Sabrina. Sabrina Miller.” She placed her hands inside the pockets of her smock and tried to think of something clever to say. “When did you start working here?” Her cheeks went hot. How she wished she stood before him in her hospital scrubs fresh from a full day as a RT. However, she refused to be ashamed of her job. Putting food on the table for her baby was the important thing. “Today, actually. It’s my first day.” “Congratulations.” His dimples flashed, causing a swirl in the bottom of her stomach. “Thanks.” Awkwardly, she stared up into his rich, brown eyes. She wished they were in a different place. A different time. Where nothing felt strange or shy. “So, how are you?” she ventured. “I’m good, and you?” For some reason, she got the impression that he was just as uncomfortable as she was. Most likely because he didn’t expect to see her here. “I’m fine.” He probably felt forced into this conversation. Being the gentleman that he was, he couldn’t just walk past her and not say anything, pretending she wasn’t there. “So, how’s Ms. Kennadi?” She smiled. “Great. Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, so she’s excited about the party and giving out cards to her classmates. She’s sure to be on a sugar high by the time I pick her up from the art center.” Why...why did she bring that up? He probably had romantic plans with his girlfriend or something. Of course, she’d be sitting at home alone eating all of Kennadi’s candy. “Maybe it’ll be gone by the time you get there.” “I’ll have to figure out some way for her to get rid of all that excess energy.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James A customer came up with their basket. “I guess I’ll go get my groceries.” “Okay.” “I’ll see you in a minute.” Sabrina absently scanned the items as she watched Allen out of the corner of her eye. She was in the express lane so, from her register, she could see him pick up a can of spaghetti sauce, then move down the aisle and pick up a small bag of noodles. Must be making spaghetti for dinner, or maybe he was picking up for tomorrow. Was he the type of man who would cook dinner for the lady in his life? Ugh. Stop it Sabrina. It doesn’t matter. You’ll never be that woman. Another customer came up and, by the time she finished ringing them up, Allen had gotten in her line. “Should you be shopping on duty?” she teased. With a guilty expression, he answered, “No, not really. But I’m almost off.” He checked his watch. “It’ll be official in about ten minutes.” Charlie walked up to them. “Hello, Officer Hughes. How are you?” “Doing just great, Mr. Charlie. And you?” “Just fine. Just fine.” He turned to Sabrina. “When you get through with him, you can close out your register and head home. You did a fine job today.” “Thanks, Charlie.” He waved and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Well, I’ll let you finish work. It was nice seeing you.” Not wanting him to go, but not wanting him to stay, she responded. “You, too.” Before he walked out the door, he turned back to smile. Heat ripped through her center and spread to her face. All because she got caught looking and because those deep dimples in his cheeks turned her insides to mush. She shook it off, put up her closed sign, and cashed out her register. After turning it in, she clocked out and grabbed her purse. As soon as Sabrina stepped out the door, she heard a clap of thunder. “Oh, no.” She glanced at her watch. It was going to take her
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James about five minutes to walk to the arts center and then another ten to walk home. As she wrapped her scarf around her head to ward off the chill, she mumbled, “Fifteen minutes. Just wait twenty more minutes.” Sabrina speed‐walked across the back parking lot, crossed the street and, with a quick pace, marched across the expansive lawn. She met Kennadi and Abby in the lobby. “Hi, Mommy! Did you get me a package of Valentine’s Day cards to give to my classmates?” Holding up a white grocery bag, she replied, “They’re right here, sweetie.” “What kind did you get?” she asked excitedly. “That’s So Raven.” “Yay,” she cheered. “That’s exactly what I wanted.” The smile on her daughter’s face made the seven dollars and eighty‐one cents she had left in her pocket not so bad a deal. It’d just have to last her the rest of the week. Thank goodness Mrs. Charlie made all those extra chocolate chip cookies. They would be Kennadi’s contribution to the class party. “Come on, sweets. I think it’s about to rain.” “Okay. Bye, Ms. Abby.” Sabrina smiled and waved, marveling again at how Abby managed so many children without her sight. Sabrina had two good eyes and didn’t think she could handle so many children at one time. “So, what did you do in school today?” she asked Kennadi as they walked hand‐in‐hand up the sidewalk. “I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” The kids were probably working on cards or something for their parents. “I thought you already gave me a surprise.” “This is another one. It’s real special, and just for you.” Sabrina let her keep her secrets. “So, what shall we have for dinner?” She thought about the meager collection in her fridge and in her cabinets. “How about grilled ham and cheese?” “My favorite,” Kennadi said and smiled. “Will you cut off the edges of the bread for me?”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “You know I will.” Just as they were turning the corner, Sabrina noticed a police car coming toward them, and her heart gave a jolt. She chastised herself. Was her heart going to palpitate every time a patrol car crossed her vision, just because the best‐looking cop she’d ever seen drove one? She never noticed police cars before; now she couldn’t seem to stop looking for them. “Mom, it’s Officer Allen,” Kennadi shouted, jumping up and down. When he pulled to a stop by the curb, Kennadi released her hand and ran up to the car. “Hi, Officer Allen.” She turned to see Allen grinning up at her. It was hard to imagine that he could look more fabulous than he had fifteen minutes ago. Automatically, her hand went to her hair. “What are you doing here?” she blurted. “I figured you’d be well on your way home by now.” “I thought you might need a ride.” “Oh, no, that’s okay. We’ll be fine. We can’t keep imposing on you for rides.” But as soon as she said that, a huge raindrop plopped down right on her nose. “Mommy, it’s starting to rain. Let’s ride with Officer Hughes.” Just like that and out of the mouths of babes, the decision was made for her as a steady rain began to fall and drip‐drop all over them. “Okay, sure. Thanks.”
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Chapter Four Allen always dreamed of escorting the prettiest girl in school home after a Friday night date, but it had never happened. He glanced over at Sabrina, thanking God for the rain. Knowing they would be caught in the downpour, it gave him the perfect reason to turn his patrol car around and find her. The trip to her home took less than five minutes. As he pulled up to her apartment, he wished there were a way he could make the time linger. And then a thought occurred to him. Stop being so afraid and take a chance. You’re a cop, for heaven’s sake. Don’t you have the courage to ask a gorgeous woman for a date? Then a small miracle from a small wonder occurred. A little voice opened the window of opportunity for him. “Guess what, Officer Allen?” “What’s that?” he queried, turning to smile at her after he put his car in park. “We’re having my favorite tonight for dinner. Grilled ham and cheese.” “Oh boy. That sounds good. You know, when I was a kid, that was my favorite, too.” “Really? Then you should come have dinner with us.” “Kennadi,” her mother scolded. Out of the mouths babes, he thought with a grin. “He can eat dinner with us, can’t he, Mommy?” She turned to him, a concerned expression on her face. “Please
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James don’t feel obligated.” Allen leaned toward her and brushed a wayward curl from her face that had come loose from her ponytail. “Actually, I’d love nothing more than to have dinner with you.” Such a kaleidoscope of emotion crossed her beautiful face, he wasn’t sure what she was thinking. He decided to be careful. “Why don’t I turn this car in, go home and change, and I’ll be back in an hour?” He didn’t want to push her away before he got a chance to know her. “I’ll bring dessert,” he tempted. “Ice cream! Ice cream!” Kennadi said, bouncing up and down in the seat. He tweaked her on the nose. “What flavor would you like, sunshine?” “Chocolate,” she replied with a smile. “Chocolate it is. If Mom says it’s okay.” He regarded her with a sly grin. “So, what do you say, Sabrina?” He knew he was giving her a way out if she wished, but he hoped the matchmaking gods were working in his favor. The rain had slowed to a trickle. She undid her seatbelt and got out of the car. “I’ll see you in an hour,” she answered, and then shut the door. He yelled out the window before she went inside. “What apartment?” “Two twenty‐five.” The car in gear, he smiled and drove off. An hour later, he was standing in front of her door with a half gallon of chocolate ice cream in one hand and a single red rose in the other. When she opened the door, she had a small smile on her face. When he lifted the flower and showed it to her, it grew and stretched across her features. “It’s an early Valentine’s Day present for a beautiful woman.” A shocked look tightened her expression, but she whispered, “Thank you.” Closing her eyes, she lifted it to her nose and took a deep
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James breath. “It smells wonderful.” It hadn’t occurred to him until he’d written his last report and wrote the date that it was almost Valentine’s Day. The extra trip he took to the flower shop was worth it to see her look at him that way. “You’re welcome.” “Come on in,” she said, waving him inside. Sabrina didn’t have a lot of furniture, but her place was nice. There was a sofa and one chair, an end table and a coffee table. The small TV sat on a stand. There were lots of live plants around, which made the place quite homey. In the corner under a window was a small box of Kennadi’s toys. “Hi, Officer Allen,” Kennadi said, coming in from a back room. “Hi, squirt.” “Did you bring the ice cream?” Holding up the bag, he replied, “It’s right here.” “Whoopee!” she cheered. Taking the bag, Sabrina ushered him to the sofa and remarked, “Have a seat, and I’ll start dinner.” Instead, he followed her into the kitchen and sat down. He watched her as she pulled out bread, cheese, ham, and butter to make their sandwiches, and a bag of frozen French fries. When she turned, her eyes widened. “Oh.” “You mind?” “No. No, of course not.” Dressed simply in black cotton pants and white T‐shirt, she hummed as she prepared their meal. There was so much he wanted to know about her, but he didn’t want to scare her with too many questions. It was best to start out slow. “So, what made you want to become a respiratory therapist?” Sabrina sliced a chunk of butter and dropped into a pan. “One year when I was in high school, eleventh grade I think, we had a career day. We had a doctor, a nurse, a physical therapist, and an RT come speak. He was the one that fascinated me the most.” The butter began to sizzle, so she put in four pieces of bread, then,
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James turned them over. “My first semester in college, I got pregnant. Kennadi’s dad wasn’t in school. He was working full time, and we decided to get married.” Her gaze rose and stared off into nothing. “I was in love. He promised to take care of me and the baby and that I could go back to school the next year. But of course, things happened, and I didn’t.” Since she mentioned Kennadi’s father, it allowed him to segue into his next question. “Where is her father?” Finished with the first two sandwiches, she slipped them each on a plate and then put two more pieces of bread in the pan. She lowered the French fries into the deep fryer, replaced the top, and turned toward him, leaning against the counter. “Who knows? Anywhere. Somewhere. He shows up every once in a while to see Kennadi, gives me ten bucks and thinks he’s being a good father.” A flash of something like pain glared through her eyes. “He’s on parole for drugs.” That explained a lot of things to him. Why she was so hesitant to welcome him into her life. Why she was so determined to go back to school and succeed. He stood and helped her make the plates and set the table. “Are you divorced?” After she filled three glasses with apple juice and set them on the table, she answered. “Yes, for about six months.” “Are you still in love with him?” “He’s Kennadi’s father. I guess I’ll always care for him and wish he’d be a better dad to her, but I don’t think I’ve loved him for a long time.” Yes. Allen did a mental fist pump in the air. That was exactly what he needed to hear. She deserved so much more than an absentee father for her child and a man who obviously didn’t recognize what he had in a woman like Sabrina. “Kennadi,” she called out. “Dinner’s ready.” Her daughter bounded into the dining area and sat down in her chair. “Mommy, can I say the blessing?” “Sure, sweetie.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James He watched Kennadi place both her hands together. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. And thank him for bringing Mommy a new boyfriend.” Both of their gazes swung up to each other. “And thank you for grilled‐cheese sandwiches.” Awkward laughter rippled through the room and, for a moment, Allen was speechless. But then he smiled as the idea of being Sabrina’s boyfriend settled over his shoulders. In fact, it sounded like the best idea he’d heard in a long time. * * * * * “Left foot blue,” Kennadi yelled. Sabrina twisted her body until she landed on the correct circle. Allen maneuvered around her so he could do the same. Her butt was stuck up in the air. He was half lying up under her, face up. She hadn’t expected to be this close to him, but as soon as they were done with dinner, her daughter had to play her favorite game. At first, she’d gotten out of it by suggesting she play with Allen. Then, she and Kennadi played while he spun the spinner. However, after both of those games, Kennadi suggested that it was their turn to play while she got to spin the spinner. Each dose of accidental contact their bodies made with each other sent erotic heat right to her center. How could she be playing this kids’ game, with her daughter watching, and lusting after the guy at the same time? But she was. Each delicious tingle made her painfully aware of the last time she’d been with a man, and the good Lord knew how long that had been! When she opened the door earlier that evening, he’d looked fantastic in a dark brown suede jacket and snug jeans. The black sweater he wore molded over the best set of broad shoulders she’d ever seen. Her ex‐husband wasn’t even in the race. The only experience she had was with Kennadi’s father, and he’d never made her feel this way. All needy and anxious, with the desire to
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James touch his body almost uncontrollably. “Right hand green,” Kennedi yelled again. The move was too problematic to get into, and she crashed on top of him. Allen reached up and grabbed her around the waist, laughing. Her nipples throbbed as they made contact with the hard, warm muscles of his chest. She fought for breath when his hands slid up her sides and his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. His gaze grew heated, and her lips parted, anticipation searing her insides. God, she wanted this man’s mouth on hers, on her everywhere. “Officer Allen won, Mommy.” Her daughter’s vibrant voice penetrated through her hazy senses and broke the spell. She’d been inches away from kissing him. She pushed back until they weren’t so close. “He sure did, baby.” Sabrina moved off of him and sat down on the mat. He did the same, his dark gaze never leaving hers. “I guess it’s time for me to go.” “Uh huh,” was all she could mutter out. Her tongue felt glued to the top of her mouth, as if all the moisture had been sucked to other places. Kennadi came and plopped herself on her lap. “Mommy, you fell right on top of him and lost the game.” “I did, didn’t I?” She fixed her sight on her daughter. “You know what? It’s time for bed, young lady.” “Oh, man. Do I have to?” she asked with a pout. “Yes, you do. Why don’t you go in the bathroom, brush your teeth, and get ready for a bath?” “Okay.” Kennadi kissed her on the cheek, then curled around and threw herself at Allen, her arms circling his neck. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her as well. “’Night, Officer Allen.” “Goodnight, squirt. You be good, okay?” Kennadi stood. “Okay.” She bounded down the hallway, and Sabrina thanked the heavens that she had such a happy and contented child who never fought or sulked when ordered to do things.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Silence filled the room as they both tidied up and put away the game. “That was fun,” Sabrina told Allen after she closed the box and put it down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that game.” He tugged his coat on. “It was good fun. Thanks for letting me come over.” “I’m glad you did.” “You think we could do this again?” His question surprised her with a jolt of pleasure. Perhaps he was interested after all. “Um...sure.” Walking toward the door, he pulled his keys out of his pocket. “How about Saturday night? Dinner and a movie?” “I’ll see if I can find a babysitter. My friend, Sharon, might not have to work that night.” “Can I call you?” A notepad sat on a side table, so she picked it up, scribbled her number on it, and handed it to him. When he took it, he also grabbed her hand, pulling her close. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. A current of electric awareness arced between them. Would he be a good kisser? She was more than anxious to find out. He smiled with his entire being, and it was impossible not to return it as the corners of her lips tilted upward. Allen’s left hand stroked her back while his right slid up to cradle the back of her neck. The gentle touch made her shiver with desire. Her breasts ached, and her nipples were tender and tightly beaded where they made contact with his muscled chest. She nuzzled her cheek against his palm and pressed her body close to his, feeling the hard ridge of his sex. Oh yeah, he was interested all right. She tilted her head back and looked at him as her hand reached up and flicked off the lights. The moon cast a shadow over his face. There ought to be a law against a man looking so good. But he was the law, and that made her smile. He groaned when she skimmed her hands over his hips, up his waist, to around his neck. Then he lowered his head. His breath mingled with hers, and her eyes drifted closed as she waited eagerly for the first
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James touch of his lips against hers. His fingers lightly grazed her cheek when he slowly brushed his mouth over hers. When he covered her lips, she feared for her heart. It pounded like a wild beast trying to break out of a cage. Her knees went weak at the sweet thrill of his touch, at the whispered promise of something special, something forever. The tip of his tongue traced her lower lip, flicked over the top, and slipped inside. Every nerve ending she had stood up and saluted, as if finally, finally she’d found the right one. She fervently returned the kiss as he deepened it, faintly tasting the chocolate ice cream they had for dessert when he began to explore her mouth. Angling his head to one side, he spread one palm across the small of her back, holding her against him. She moaned and pressed one thigh between his legs as her panties grew damp with desire. Hot flames licked through her, making her breasts pulse. This was better than anything she could have ever imagined. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She felt disoriented and breathless as a warm haze settled over her senses. Allen drew away from her, touching his forehead to hers, his own breathing harsh and uneven. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Okay,” she managed as he walked out the door. She liked Allen, really liked him, and no man had ever affected her the way he did. He was smart and funny and seemed to really enjoy spending time with her and her daughter. But she couldn’t let her emotions run away with her common sense. Not this time. Her ex‐ husband had taught her to be cautious, and she wasn’t about to forget that hard‐learned lesson. Physical attraction was one thing, but emotional commitment was altogether different.
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Chapter Five Allen hoped he wasn’t setting himself up for more rejection. Ever since their impromptu dinner of grilled ham and cheese at her place two weeks ago, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Unable to find a sitter that Saturday, she’d turned down his dinner date. But he was determined. Not only was she gorgeous, she intrigued him. He wasn’t ready to give up on her just yet. A woman with a deadbeat ex‐husband could have easily slipped into the system with no intention of ever getting out. However, Sabrina didn’t do that. She was determined to make a better life for herself and her daughter. He was filled with admiration for her grit and courage. In his job, he didn’t run into many women like her, and he was bound and determined not to let her slip through his fingers. “Hey, Sabrina. How are you?” he asked when he called her on Friday afternoon. “I’m great; really great,” she recited into the phone. “You sound...excited?” “I am. I just found out I won a scholarship for which I didn’t even know I was nominated.” “Really? That’s awesome.” “Thanks. The scholarship will cover my tuition for the next two years, which will get me through RT school, and it also provides a monthly stipend for living expenses. I can’t believe it. This is so great. It’s like a gift from heaven.” “Well, something like that needs a celebration. Why don’t we go
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James out to dinner and you can tell me all about it? For a moment Sabrina didn’t reply, making his hopes plunge. “Hold on, someone’s at my door.” What had he expected? She’d already turned down three other requests for dinner in the past two weeks. “I’m back. It’s my neighbor, Sharon.” “I got your message and came right over,” he heard another voice say. He sat back and listened to their conversation. “I won a scholarship.” “Are you serious? That’s great! I’m so happy for you.” “I am, too. What a load off my mind. It’s going to really help me out the next two years. Not having to worry about money for tuition and books will be such a relief. Plus, I get a monthly living expense.” “Girlfriend, you should go out and celebrate. This is incredible news.” Allen interrupted. “See, your friend agrees with me.” “I don’t know,” she murmured into the phone. “I’ll have to find a sitter.” “What is it?” her friend asked. “Allen wants to take me out to celebrate.” “I’d love to watch Kennadi for you.” “Don’t you have a date tonight or plans or something?” “Nope.” He heard shuffling on the other end. “What time do you want to pick her up?” Laughing, he answered. “Seven.” “Perfect. She’ll be ready. And keep her out as late as you want. Kennadi and I can have a sleep over.” “Thanks. I appreciate it.” “No problem.” There was dead silence on the other end. “I guess I’ll see you at seven,” Sabrina finally said. “Good. See you then.” He tried not to let her lack of enthusiasm
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James affect him, but couldn’t quite suppress it. Why was Sabrina so cautious, so determined not to let him close? * * * * * Sabrina hung up the phone and rounded on her friend. “Why did you do that?” “What?” Sharon asked innocently. “You know I was trying to back out of it.” Her friend smiled and reared back on her heels. “I know. You’ve been talking about that man and mooning over him for the past two weeks. It’s obvious you like him, so what’s wrong with you? Go after him.” “I’m not sure I’m ready to date yet. I have Kennadi and school and...other stuff.” Tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder, Sharon quipped, “Don’t hand me that. That’s just excuses. Why don’t you admit you’re just being a chicken? That man has been after you ever since Valentine’s Day. Give him a chance. The way you describe him, he’s hottie‐licious and a great kisser. What are you waiting for?” She slunk down in a chair and placed her head in her hands. “I don’t know. This is all so new to me. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date? A real date?” “Too long, which is exactly why you’re going. So, come on, let’s go get the little munchkin. I’ll take you. I can stop by the store and pick up some brownie mix. Then you can come back, pack her sleeping bag and pajamas and bring her on over. That way you can relax in a hot bath, get all dolled up, sexy, and smelling good, and let that man sweep you off your feet. After all, you’ll have the apartment all to yourselves when you return from dinner. Just let nature take its course.” “You sure you don’t mind?” “You know I don’t.” Sharon pulled her up by both her hands. “Come on.” “Okay.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James * * * * * A few hours later, Sabrina stood in front of her mirror second‐ guessing the outfit she’d chosen to wear. This was the third one she’d put on and was about to toss it, just like the others. She hadn’t had a reason to get this dressed up in years. She’d chosen a pair of black slacks and a red, gauzy shirt that dipped low in the front and had billowy sleeves. Nerves fluttered in her stomach like a swarm of bees. Goodness knows how she’d managed to avoid this up until now. The only thing that had kept her from giving in to his other requests was the fact that she hadn’t seen his face. They’d only talked on the phone with the memory of a soul‐shattering goodnight kiss always lingering in the back of her mind. She was more afraid that if she saw him again nothing would contain the desire she felt for him. Just seeing that warm, honeyed skin and those deep dimples would sweep over her like a flood, drowning her in a need she knew she couldn’t resist. But what delight it’d be to have someone again, someone to hold and to be held by, a friend, a lover, someone to care for her as much as she did him. Allen seemed almost perfect, but if there was anything Sabrina understood it was that looks could be deceiving. After all, her ex was a certifiable hunk, but weak as a marshmallow inside. A knock on the door signaled the end of her woolgathering. She picked up her purse, turned off her bedroom light, and headed for the door. When she opened it, she almost forgot how to breathe. When the man was in his uniform, he reeked of masculinity and strength. But in jeans and a leather jacket, he looked predatory and sexy. But there were no words in the English language capable of describing how he looked in a suit. “For you,” he said, holding up a half‐dozen roses. “Thank you.” Sabrina could never recall, since the night they went to the prom, a single instance when her ex had brought her flowers. She buried her face in the bouquet, her eyelashes fluttering closed while she inhaled. She loved the fragrance and the soft feel of the petals
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James against her cheeks. Then she smiled. “Let me put these in some water.” “Okay,” he said and stepped just inside the door. When she returned, he pulled her close and lowered his head. She gave herself up to the oblivion she knew she’d find in his kiss. * * * * * Sabrina wiped her mouth and laid the napkin on the table beside her plate, wondering how she’d managed to hold strong and not pull Allen into her apartment and have her wicked way with him. There wasn’t a steak large enough to satisfy the hunger that left her dizzy even two hours later. A big part of why she was so leery about beginning a new relationship was the fact that she wasn’t sure if the last one was really over. Sure, she’d gone through the motions of ending it, signed the papers, moved on with her life. But every now and then, she wondered if she really needed to be with her child’s father, no matter how many mistakes he’d made in the past. Allen leaned forward on his elbows, the hard muscles of his arms straining against the sleeves of his dress shirt. She flattened her hands on her lap to keep from reaching out to lace her fingers with his. “So, why have you been avoiding me the last couple of weeks?” She couldn’t evade the subject forever. “Fear, I guess.” “You’re afraid of me?” he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice. Her gaze locked on his strong, masculine physique. The mouth that had brought her so much pleasure. The hands she knew had the ability to do the same. Oh, yeah. I’m scared of you, buddy. “This is new for me. There’s only ever been one man in my life. Kennadi’s father. And it ended badly.” A light of understanding dawned in his eyes. “How about we take it slow then? Real slow, until you are more comfortable with the idea.” Stop being so nice! “I’m not going to lie. I like you.” He reached over to caress her face.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “I want you. I want to know you. But I’ll go slow. We’ll take it at the pace you want.ʺ She smiled. “Baby steps.” Laughter rumbled up from her throat. “Just don’t push me away.” Sabrina’s mind sifted through his words, looking for a loophole. A way or a reason to say no. But she couldn’t find one. In fact, she really didn’t want to. A smile softened the strong angles of Allen’s face, melting her insides like the ice sitting in her glass. How could she resist such a man? She would be a class A fool if she did. “Okay,” she agreed. “Baby steps.” * * * * * Streetlights illuminated the walkway as Allen and Sabrina strolled along the waterfront. His hormone‐heightened senses were on overload because of her nearness. He was so happy she’d agreed to give them a chance, he’d have almost agreed to anything. Being next to her was torture. Not being able to touch her would take an act of divine intervention. Protectiveness roared through him, and not just for her, but for her daughter as well. No child deserved to grow up with an absentee father, and she was such a sweet child. How could he go a day without seeing her cute little face, feeling those tiny arms tight around his neck in a big hug? And then, on top of all that child’s love, what sort of idiot would give up the lovely woman standing beside him now? The man had to be a complete moron, but whatever the reason, it was his loss and Allen’s gain. They stopped by a waterfall, and he reached up to trace a finger over her soft, caramel‐colored skin. His gaze rested on her firm, stubborn chin. She was a courageous woman; one who’d picked herself up when life tipped her over. He’d won a tough battle convincing her to take a chance on him, and he was oh so glad she’d agreed. Allen understood why she was hesitant since there had only been
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James one man in her life, and the experience had left her wary. He intended to show her that not all men were like her ex. “Thanks for tonight,” she said as she sat on a bench, pulling her coat closed. He slid his arm around her and tugged her against his side, savoring the contact. “You don’t have to thank me. You deserved to celebrate. Getting a scholarship is a major thing, not many people can do it.” She shifted a little so she could face him. “So, tell me something.” “Anything.” “Why are you single?” He chuckled and lightly touched her hair. She’d worn it down tonight, and it fell in waves around her shoulders. Like a magnet, it seemed to draw his fingers to it. “Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t date much?” “No.” She raised an eyebrow as if daring him to tell another lie. He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers. “Okay, how about this? Can you believe that when I was in high school I was the geeky kid? You know, glasses, protractor, pencils in the pocket, pants up to here?” “No way.” “Yes way. I was really shy, so it kept me from asking anyone out on a date and, the few times I did chance it, they just about laughed in my face.” Even the memories still hurt. Almost a decade later and it still bothered him. Kids were cruel. He’d been a geek and a dork, and so ill at ease around people back then he could barely get out a sentence. And now, despite the contact lenses, beefed up body, and the sharp as a tack uniform, he was still a nerd at heart. Some things never changed. Sabrina looked him over carefully. “To look at you now it’s hard to believe.” “Well, it’s true. I guess the shyness never really wore off.” “But wearing that police uniform every day should attract hordes of women.” Not the one he really wanted. “A few. Someone in my position sees
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James a lot of women; hookers, druggies, shoplifters...” She slapped him on the hand. “You know I didn’t mean that kind of woman.” He grinned but then turned serious. “Most women, all they see is the uniform. When they get to know me and the way I am, the relationship usually doesn’t last that long. For some reason, they equate the uniform with whips and chains and partying all night. That’s just not me.” A small smile teased her mouth. “I like the guy in the uniform,” she said, her voice smooth like warm brandy. “And I like the lady with the pretty little girl.” Sabrina’s heart began to beat triple time. She couldn’t deny to herself any longer how strong the attraction was between them. The more time she spent with him, the more it grew. She’d tried to avoid it, but deep down she knew it was inevitable. This wonderful man was the one she’d been waiting for all her life. When he closed the space between their mouths, she caught her breath, afraid to breathe for fear of ruining the moment. He lifted his hands and cupped her face. She slid her hands around his waist up under his jacket. “Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you like me.” She hadn’t been with a man in over two years, since before she decided to divorce her ex. She’d never really understood all the hoopla over sex. With her ex, it was mostly a get on, hump a couple of times, and get off. He might have enjoyed it, but for her, it wasn’t any big deal. So doing without it had been easy. With no desire for it, sex had been put so far on the back burner, she’d all but forgotten about it. Yet, now, to her own shocked surprise, she had to force herself to keep from pulling Allen to the ground and tearing off his clothes. With a groan, Allen leaned in. The first touch sent heat flaring inside her and threatened to incinerate her. She clung to his shoulders as a wave of sensation she’d never experienced before swept over her. Merciful heavens, it felt so good to be pressed against him. So right. A need so stunning rose inside her, she couldn’t distinguish where she
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James stopped and he began. All her life, she’d longed for such a connection, had dreamed it would happen for her, and Allen...Allen could be the one she’d waited for since the day she was born. He changed the angle of the kiss, slanting so his tongue foraged deeper. He pulled her on top of him, her legs sliding on either side of his. He whispered broken phrases, murmured endearments against her mouth. The need, the want, exploded like a crack of lightening in a dry forest. The cold air that whipped around them was overcome like a blast from a hot air balloon. She forgot everything except for the feel of him, the luscious warmth of his lips, the heaven inside his mouth, and the ridged muscles between the smoothness of his skin. She was lost in a haze of sheer lust, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. And she wanted more and more and... Then, a car horn from a vehicle passing by and the hooting laughter of its teenage occupants sent reality roaring back. They were outside, in public, in the middle of a make‐out session anyone under eighteen shouldn’t be allowed to see. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else.” His eyes widened. “Sabrina, I didn’t mean...” She shushed him by placing a single finger over his lips to quiet him. “I mean...I mean I want to.” A deep grin broke out on his face. “Let’s go.”
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Chapter Six Even though he was on a date, Allen wished he were in his police car so he could flick his lights on and get to his apartment faster. He glanced at Sabrina, and the corner of her lips tilted upward in a wicked grin. A lot faster. Maybe if he pressed hard enough on the accelerator, he’d get a couple of more miles faster. Thank goodness he only lived a few blocks away. This was so unexpected. They’d agreed to take it slow during dinner, but after that mind‐shattering kiss by the river, things drastically changed. Although, he didn’t want her regretting it tomorrow, so he asked her, “Are you sure about this?” She took his hand in hers and answered, “Very sure.” Allen sped down the road and pulled into his apartment complex. After he found a parking spot, he switched off the ignition, pocketed the keys, and circled the car to open her door. Several long strides had them standing in front of his door. He retrieved his keys and let them in. He switched on the light just inside the entrance and ushered her past him into the living area. “You have a nice place.” “Thanks. Maybe next time I’ll give you the grand tour.” He turned her to face him, but neither one of them moved after that. Instead, their gazes tangled as the silence of the night wrapped around them. In a few short hours, they’d gone from friends to something so much more. And the next step would be into water so deep, he didn’t
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James know if he could swim out even if they wanted to. She smiled at him as he leaned forward to brush his lips across hers. Just that light touch sent a bolt of lightning crashing through his core, staggering him with its intensity. Though hunger rose like a tidal wave, the kiss was more than just sexual need. Her lips moved over his with a torrent of emotion, as if she was putting all the stored‐up things she couldn’t say with words in a kiss that made his toes curl inside his shoes. The sheer pleasure of it warmed him. He grazed his tongue along the seam of her lip and deepened the kiss. Their lips mated. Their tongues twined. Her arms came up around his neck at the same time he inched his around her waist. Then he slid his hands down to her bottom. Even though he’d just eaten a full meal, he was starving. But this hunger wasn’t for food. It was for her. The taste of her. The feel of her against him. Her feminine heat scorched him despite the amount of clothes separating them. With a slight moan of anticipation, he began to rectify the situation. Still kissing her, he reached for the tie on her shirt and easily undid it. He lifted it up and over her head and let it fall to the floor like a sail being brought to mast. He kissed her right shoulder, her neck, then found his way back to her mouth. This kiss was long and deep, so emotionally charged he knew his life was changed forever. As his fingers drifted lower to undo her pants, they skimmed over her flesh, so creamy and sleek, his fingers trembled as he helped her step out of her pants after he tugged them off her hips. This wasn’t a daydream, Sabrina thought. He was really touching her, touching her with the reverence a man does when he truly cares. Frissons of sensation skittered through her and fought against the knot forming in the center of her throat. She couldn’t cry, couldn’t let him know how he affected her. But oh, how she wanted him. What she’d felt for her ex was a pale ghost of what Allen stirred in her. She reached for his tie, loosened the knot, and slowly slid the strip of silk from his neck. The white shirt came next. As she undid the buttons, he put a finger under her chin and raised her face. They stared into each other’s eyes as he unhooked the closure of her bra and let it fall to the
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James floor. He shrugged out of his shirt so quickly, she barely had time to deal with his belt buckle. After that piece of leather was gone, she gave his pants and underwear a tug, and they fell in a puddle on the floor. Allen stepped out of them, lifted Sabrina up, and carried her to his bed. As they tumbled down on top of the soft, comfortable spread, she felt like a queen in the huge king‐sized bed. The coarse hair on his chest tickled her breasts and sent such wondrous bursts of delight ricocheting through her body that she laughed aloud at the sheer pleasure. Oh, God, it had been so long, but she knew in her heart that this mating with Allen would be the most glorious of her life. All thought that she was allowing them to go too fast flew out of her head. This was what she wanted. Making love with Allen would be such pure pleasure, even an angel couldn’t resist. Strong and sure, his big palms caressed her body. Breathless, urgent gasps passed her lips as she urged him to hurry to take her to the place where fireworks were the norm. But he went slow. So slow she knew it was deliberate. Torture. Ecstasy. She shivered with desire as his tongue moved from her breasts to her stomach, to just inside her navel. No part of her missed his attention, and he moved lower still to her left hip, over her thigh, finally, finally up to the damp, most needy place of all. She was moist and desperate for him to touch her, to love her in the most intimate of ways, and he did. Allen sucked her clit between his lips, and she sighed with utter delight, arching her body off the bed to meet his demand. His tongue didn’t relent. Palming her hands over his head, she bucked upward again and again at the electrifying sensation coursing through her. “Oh, yes,” she said on a breath as his mouth feasted on her. He delved his tongue into the slit of her pussy and sank it deep. With a mewl of pleasure, she came up off the bed. He lashed out, tunneling, frolicking, tangling inside her, until she thought she’d literally explode. The pressure built inside her like a current of water trapped
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James behind a damn. At last, it burst free. Her body went into spasms, and the shock forced her to scream his name. “Allen.” He came up and over her, and their gazes locked as he sheathed himself. When he slid his thick hardness inside, her eyes drifted shut in rapture, and they both groaned with delight. He lifted once, then twice, and positioned himself so she experienced the maximum effect of his arousal against the sensitive nub he’d just pleasured. She arched to meet each possessive thrust and brought her knees up to pull him deeper inside. He moved within her, rocking inside her over and over. In one blinding, pulsing moment, her body convulsed into a chain of spasms that left her shuddering. Sabrina’s mind shut down as Allen continued to thrust his cock into her. Nothing mattered but this moment, this incredibly right moment, as if destiny itself had played a part in their meeting. Some magical force, maybe, finally working to set her on the right road to happiness. Allen suddenly arched, cried her name, and breathed a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction. She was limp, unable to move, the bones in her body melted to mush. Weariness calmed her sated body, and the last thing she remembered was Allen tugging the comforter over both of them before she fell into a deep abyss of utter happiness. * * * * * Yawning quietly, Allen turned over and looked into Sabrina’s smiling face. He pulled her close. “Good morning.” “Hi.” She lifted a hand and let her fingertips trail down his cheek. Such a simple caress, yet it warmed him to his core. He realized then what he’d been missing from his life. That he’d been wishing for something that he couldn’t put a name to. Now he could. It was Sabrina. “Don’t get all shy with me now.” She smiled.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Look who’s talking. The epitome of shyness in high school, no one would think that now if they saw him. But the feeling still lingered in his heart sometimes, that little bit of uncertainty inside that feared true happiness with another person would never be a part of his life. But right now, this woman lingered there in his bed, swallowing up all the insecurity and taking all that bashfulness away. He glanced at his clock then back at her. No matter how much he might enjoy delving into her sweet body again, he knew she had to get back home to her daughter. “How about breakfast before I take you home?” “Mmm...that sounds wonderful.” “There’s a great bakery up the street. Does Kennadi like donuts?” “Are you kidding? Anything loaded with sugar is right up that girl’s alley.” “Great. Donuts it is.” A burst of happiness welled in his chest as they both arose from the bed. That beautiful bronze body walked about his room as if she owned it, and that was fine with him. Looking at her now, he still marveled at his incredible luck. Something had been at work that day in the candy store when a little girl had stolen his heart. He just didn’t realize that a bigger girl would rip it from his chest. At that moment, he might be the happiest man on the face of the earth. He found an extra toothbrush in the bathroom for her to use. The moment was so domestic it almost scared him, yet soothed him all the same. This was what he’d wanted and waited for. Sabrina. In his life, and in his home. From now on, every free minute he had, he’d spend with her and Kennadi “Hey, today’s Saturday. What about a trip to the zoo? You think Kennadi would enjoy that?” Her hand stalled while she was combing her hair. “Um...sure. If that’s what you really want to do on your Saturday, hanging around with a mom and a six year old.” He slipped his arms around her waist, staring at her in the bathroom mirror. “Why wouldn’t I want to spend the day with my two
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Chapter Seven “Mommy, look at the monkeys,” Kennadi shouted, racing up to the rail. “I see them, sweetie.” They’d been at the zoo an hour already. At Allen’s apartment, she’d waited for him to shower and change. Then they stopped at the bakery, went back to her place, got Kennadi, and then playfully fought over who would eat the last donut. Her daughter won, of course. The day was unusually warm. The sun was high and bright against a crystal‐blue sky. She and Allen, hand in hand, stood behind Kennadi and watched a trio of monkeys jump from one branch to the next as if they were playing a game of tag. “Can we go see the giraffes next? Can we? Please?” Kennadi hopped from side to side in excitement. Sabrina laughed, pleased to see her daughter having so much fun. “Sure.” She pointed to the right. “They’re right down there, I think.” The little girl raced off, pulling Allen behind her. “Come on, Mom. You’re going too slooow.” When she finally caught up to them, Allen had hoisted Kennadi onto his shoulders. “Look. Look, there’s a baby one.” She twisted around. “Is that its Mommy?” They watched as the huge giraffe bent its long neck and nuzzled the baby on the side of its face. “I think she probably is the mother,” Sabrina said, bending over to
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James place her elbows on the rail. “When are you going to have another baby? I want a little brother.” Unaware of her mother’s discomfort, she squirmed to get off Allen’s shoulders. Sabrina sputtered and answered, “Um...I don’t know about that.” “Come on. Why not?” she said, fidgeting. “Well...” Allen watched her, his eyes full of laughter, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, why not?” She poked him in the arm. “You shut up and stop encouraging her.” He lifted her restless daughter off his shoulders and sat her back down on the ground. “Hey, I’m just as curious as she is.” “Ice cream!” She tugged on Sabrina’s sleeve. “Can we get ice cream?” Sure enough, a vendor up ahead was selling. Allen dug in his pocket and pulled out some money. “You don’t have to do that.” He pulled her close and kissed her just below her ear. “But I want to.” A delicious shiver went up her spine as he walked away, grabbed Kennadi by the waist, and swung her up above his head. Her happy laughter rang through the zoo. Despite her attempts to resist it, her feelings for Allen were growing incredibly fast. How could she not care for a man who willingly gave up his free time to spend it with her incorrigible daughter? Allen turned to Sabrina. “Do you want something?” “If they have Popsicles, I’ll take one.” “Cherry?” “That’s fine.” He gave Kennadi her ice cream cone. “Thank you,” she sang out. Then turned to Sabrina. “Hold this for me?” he asked, handing her his cone and her treat. Allen paid the vendor and placed his change back in his pocket.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Okay. Where to next, squirt?” In the distance they heard the choo‐choo of the zoo’s train that circled the park once every other hour. “The train! Let’s go ride the train.” They sped up, went to the ticket counter, and were able to get the last three seats. Kennadi sat in front of them by herself, but couldn’t resist twisting around to look at them. “Isn’t this fun? Remember the last time we came? It wasn’t working then.” “Yes, I remember,” Sabrina answered. The train jerked forward. “Turn around, sweetie,” she said. “Okay.” They rumbled along, back past the giraffes, the tigers, and the alligators. Allen swung his arm around her and she scooted closer into his embrace. “You having a good time?” he asked. She tilted her head down onto his shoulder. “Yes. Thanks for doing this. We haven’t been to the zoo in a long time. This is very special.” That happiness he felt earlier swelled even larger. How could it not? The day was turning out better than he expected. He hoped she realized that he didn’t just want the time they spent together to be just the two of them, although that time was incredible. He wanted her to understand that being with her meant being with her daughter, too, and allowing them both into his heart. And he did. He was stunned at how quickly and easily they had come together. Walking into the candy store that day was pure fate. Seeing that beautiful little girl who led him to her even more gorgeous mother was destiny at work. This was where he was meant to be, with this woman and this child. It wasn’t until after they left the zoo and were walking up the sidewalk back to her apartment, again hand in hand, that the bubble on his happiness burst. Sabrina paused just below the steps, a stricken look on her face. “Daddy!” Kennadi cheered and took off like a rocket to race toward
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James the man standing on the steps. * * * * * Sabrina lost her breath at the site of him, her stomach tightening with near panic. The last person she expected to find standing on her doorstep was her ex‐husband, Robert. “What are you doing here?” she choked out. He picked his daughter up and crossed his arms around her. “I came to see my wife and my child.” “Ex‐wife,” she reminded him. “Would you like me to stay?” Allen asked, the tone of his voice clear and evident. If she needed him, he wasn’t going anywhere. But it was clear their wonderful day was over. For a moment, she could only stare at him and remember the night and the day they shared. “No. No. I can handle it.” “You sure?” She nodded, her heart aching. “Call me,” he whispered and squeezed her hand before letting it go. Her eyes pleaded an apology. “Okay.” Allen gave her the lunch they’d just picked up and kissed her on the cheek. She watched as he got in his SUV, paused to glance at her one more time, and then drove away, taking pieces of her shattered happiness with him. God, what must he be thinking? Behind her, she heard Kennadi ask, “Where’ve you been? I’ve missed you.” With considerable effort, Sabrina turned around to face her ex. “You should have called first.” She made no effort to hide the anger in her voice. “I did. I have all night. And this morning.” Oh, hell. He probably knew she’d been with Allen, but she needed
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James to keep her anger in check, especially in front of Kennadi. She ambled up the steps and brushed past him. “So, when no one answered you just decided to show up, even when you knew we weren’t here?” “I thought something might have been wrong.” He glanced down the street as Allen’s car made a right turn. “I guess it wasn’t. Who is he?” Sabrina fumbled for the keys in her purse. Kennadi answered, “That’s Officer Allen. He took Mom on a date last night, and he took us to the zoo today.” When Sabrina found the keys, she opened the door and winced when she saw the expression on his face. “Kennadi, go wash up before you eat your lunch.” “I’ll be right back, Daddy.” “Okay, baby.” After her daughter zipped down the hallway, Sabrina said, “What did you expect? For me to sit at home, waiting for you to sober up and grace us with a visit?” His nostrils flared, eyes flashed. “I wanted to see my family.” “You should have thought about your family before you got arrested.” “That was two years ago, Sabrina,” he snapped. Throwing her purse on the couch, she dragged in a breath and snapped right back, “And did that stop the abuse, Robert? The drugs? The alcohol?” “I’ve changed.” He reached out to touch her, but she jerked back. His hands fell to his sides. “Really, I have. I’m in AA, and I’m looking for a job. If I had my family back—” She interrupted him, her tone flat. “It’s too late for that.” “No, it’s not.” Robert gripped her shoulders, his eyes pleading. “Sabrina, we deserve another chance.” She jerked away from his touch, and the bittersweet memory of the life they shared came roaring into her soul. Oh, there had been some good times, but the bad far outweighed any of them. What kind of idiot did he take her for? He might have forgotten all the pain he’d caused, the suffering, the daughter who cried herself to sleep at night because he
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James never kept his word to her and when he was gone, she missed her father. Once upon a time, Sabrina’ dreamed of hearing him say he’d changed, that he’d cleaned himself up, had a job. Oh, how she had wanted him to be a good husband to her and a great father to their child. Not anymore. He’d stomped on that dream so many times, it was a long forgotten memory. Kennadi raced back into the room, sat at the table, and dug into her hamburger and fries like she hadn’t eaten in days instead of finagling every treat she could think of out of her mom and Allen at the zoo. Doubt began to nibble in Sabrina’s heart. What about her daughter? Didn’t she deserve to have both her parents in the same home? Should she really keep pushing him away for something that happened so long ago? Because he was Kennadi’s father, and his daughter loved him dearly, didn’t he deserve a chance to fix the damage he’d caused? But, even as she thought that, another handsome, smiling face flashed in her mind. A face that belonged to a good, decent man, one of the best she’d ever met. Oh God. She shook her head. She knew, deep in her heart, that she had to do what was best for Kennadi. She waved him into the kitchen. “Robert...” His eyes darkened. “It’s that guy, isn’t it? You’re in love with him.” The woman in her rejoiced at his jealousy, even as her mind told her there wasn’t anything really to be jealous about. Allen had only offered her flowers and a few dates. Several electrifying, mind‐destroying kisses. And one long, magical, glorious night. The most wonderful of my life. But there were no promises between them. They might have shared the most amazing night, but it didn’t mean he wanted her or a ready‐ made family. Allen liked her, she was sure, but he’d never said he loved her. She remembered watching his SUV turn the corner as he drove away and wondered if that was the last time she’d ever see him. “Partly,” she said quietly. “He’s a good man, an honest man.” Robert blew out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “Just one more chance, Sabrina. Don’t we owe it to ourselves? To Kennadi?” She wanted to scream in frustration. Why did he have to come back
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James now? Why couldn’t he have left them alone? But no. He said the one thing that would melt her insides like butter. Kennadi deserved a chance of having her real father. “Give me one month. One month to find a job and a place to live. I promise, this time it’ll be different.” She couldn’t turn him down. What if he’d really changed? What if he was on the straight and narrow? Kennadi would never forgive her for turning him away when he was ready at least to be the father she needed. “Fine. One month. But if you mess up again, Robert, it’s over, and there will never be another chance.” Robert had his choice now. His family or his drugs. If he didn’t prove to her that he could provide a stable home life for them, it would be over, and this time, she’d move on with her life.
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Chapter Eight Allen couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean, you’re giving him another chance?” “Allen, please understand.” Sabrina looked like hell, like she hadn’t slept in days, and that made him even madder than he already was. Having that piece of crap of an ex‐husband waltz back into her life was draining the joy from her. “No. I don’t understand. He’s a drug addict, an alcoholic. He’s a felon. And you want to give him another chance? You divorced him. Kick his butt out.” “But I owe it to Kennadi—” Allen literally snarled with impatience. “What about what you owe yourself? Don’t you deserve to be happy? Kennadi’s a smart little girl. Do you think she won’t figure it out?” “He’s her father.” “Some father. Any man who cared about his child wouldn’t have done the things he did. If you want my opinion, Kennadi should be well rid of him.” He stopped, trying to compose himself. He cared so much for this woman. Was she just going to throw all that away? He drew in a deep breath and counted to ten. “What about us, Sabrina? What about what we shared? Don’t tell me you didn’t feel how special we are together. I know you did. Am I supposed to just sit around and wait for you to make up your mind?” She shook her head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “So it’s over.” “I...I don’t know what to say.” Allen’s dream of their life together, raising Kennadi, having children of their own, crashed like an avalanche inside him. He felt dead, like the light that brought happiness to him had just burned out for good. He couldn’t bear to look at her so he turned away, murmuring, “You just did.” On his way out of her apartment, he slammed the door so hard, Sabrina winced. She hesitated at the door, her hand hovering over the knob. She wanted him to come back so she could make him understand that she thought she was doing what was best for Kennadi. And to say... Say what? That she loved him? That she wanted him? That she didn’t have any earthly idea if what she was doing was right or not, but she had to give Robert a chance. For Kennadi. She’d always scoffed when she heard people say their hearts were broken. But she knew what it meant now. Her own lay in a billion little pieces deep inside her chest. From the window she saw Allen get inside his car, heard the engine start with a roar, and watched as his headlights swept across the lot as if he couldn’t get away fast enough. “Way to go, Sabrina,” she muttered to herself. Frustrated, embarrassed, and mad at herself, she picked up one of the potted plants sitting in her window and flung it across the room. The green plastic container shattered against the wall and left a trail of dirt as it sank to the floor. More than anything, she wanted to reach for her phone and call him back. But she didn’t. Kennadi’s father deserved one more chance. But what about you, Sabrina? Don’t you deserve a real chance at love? She closed her eyes as tears leaked their way down her cheeks. * * * * * Allen rolled onto his stomach and punched his fist into his pillow in a useless attempt to make it more comfortable. An act to help him fall asleep. He needed several hours of mind‐numbing rest with peaceful
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James dreams, or better yet, no dreams at all. Certainly not more erotic images of Sabrina. He grunted an acknowledgement into his bed and did his best to convince himself he was glad it was over so quickly. Any longer and he’d have loved her so madly, a break‐up would have devastated him. Hell. Who was he kidding? He was already devastated. Four short weeks since she’d walked out on him so easily. Four weeks since she’d allowed her ex‐husband back into her life. Damn. He’d been a content man before she came along. Now he knew he wouldn’t ever be again. Not without her. She was his soul mate, and he’d known the minute he saw her. Now less than two months since the day he met her, she’d staked a claim on his heart that would never fade away. * * * * * Sabrina eyed Robert with a wave of trepidation and demanded in a hoarse whisper, “What are you doing here?” This was the last thing she needed. She’d only had her job for a couple of months. It wouldn’t make her rich, but she liked the work, and the people were kind and good to her. She wouldn’t allow Robert to ruin it. For a month he’d been coming over to her apartment, pleading with her to go back to him. Yet, he hadn’t found a job or a place to live. She was honoring her part of the agreement, but Robert hadn’t done any of the things he’d said he would. And his month was almost over. “I need some money,” he said, his gaze darting around the store. Oh, no. He’s high, she thought, wringing her hands in the thin fabric of her smock. His eyes were bloodshot with dark rings under them. His dirty jeans were the same pair she’d seen him in several days ago, and when he leaned closer and she got a good sniff, she knew he hadn’t bathed in that time either. Alcohol reeked from his pores, filling the air around them. She had to get him out of here. “I can’t take a break right now, Robert. Come by the apartment
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James when I get off, and I’ll see what I can do.” She’d finally reached a point where she had money in savings. Most people wouldn’t consider it much, but she didn’t feel like she was living paycheck to paycheck anymore. The surprise scholarship she’d received back in February helped with living expenses and allowed her a little breathing room for some extras she and Kennadi hadn’t been able to afford in such a long time. “I can’t wait that long.” He fidgeted with his clothes, his hands shaking uncontrollably, like an old man with palsy or an addict who needed a fix. Sabrina’s heart took a nosedive. Unfortunately, she was all too familiar with the signs. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he whispered, “Just give me some money out of the register.” “Are you crazy?” she hissed. “I can’t steal from my job.” “It won’t be stealing when you pay it back.” He was crazier than she realized. To him, taking money that wasn’t his didn’t matter one way or the other. She stared at the man she once thought she’d loved with all her heart and realized in that moment that she’d been right about the divorce. What a fool she’d been this past month, hedging with Allen, going back and forth, sending mixed signals. Not anymore. She must have been out of her mind to even give Robert the time of day when she had a good, decent and caring man like Allen who wanted to spend time with her. Sabrina stood up to her full five‐feet‐two height. “I’m not stealing from my job for you. In fact, I want you to leave. Leave me and Kennadi alone. If you need money, then you’ll have to find it somewhere else.” Robert reached over the counter, grabbed her by the wrist, and twisted it viciously. “Just who the hell do you think you’re talking to? You owe me.” She tried to yank her arm away, but he only gripped her wrist harder. “I don’t owe you anything,” she said, tension rolling through her body. “Let me go.” He took her other arm and jerked it forward. “You’re my wife. Your check belongs to me anyway.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James With one glance around the store, she noticed that some of the customers were aware of what was happening. He was going to get her fired for sure. Old Mrs. Turner was in the store, and she loved telling Charlie how the employees were never doing their jobs. “Give it to me!” he snapped, spittle dropping on his chin. “No! Get out of here before you get me fired,” she demanded. “Do you think I care?” he snarled. “You think you can leave me and take my child and not pay for it? Why don’t I just go on by the apartment now and get Kennadi?” Horror filled her, and he knew it. She could tell by the crooked, evil smile that lit his face. He played the one card he knew she couldn’t trump. “I’m sure Kennadi knows where Mommy keeps the hidden stash. Then maybe we’ll take a trip. A long, far away trip, just me and my daughter.” She shook her head back and forth. “You can’t do that. I have custody.” He finally let her go. “That won’t matter once we’re across the state line.” Dread sank like dead weight inside her. She didn’t have any choice. She had to either give him the money, or he’d go to the apartment and get Kennadi. Of course, she knew Sharon wouldn’t give her up without talking to her first, but when he was angry and high, he could be dangerous. Sabrina hit the appropriate number sequence on the register and opened it. Staring down at the cash, her hand began to shake as she reached down and touched the money. “Come on, give it to me,” he snapped. She couldn’t do it. Her life was finally turning a corner. She had a job she liked, friends, a beautiful, thriving daughter, school. And Allen. A man who cared about her, supported her, and loved Kennadi beyond reason. At least he did at one time. Maybe there was still a chance. But if she took the money out of the register, she’d become just like Robert. Any future she’d have with Allen would be all over. He wouldn’t want a woman who was just a common thief. She turned toward Robert
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James and shook her head. “No, I won’t do it.” For one long, scary moment, she thought he’d hit her, but he only stared, a cold, emotionless stare that frightened her more than if he’d turned violent. If only he’d leave, she’d take a break, call Sharon, and warn her about Robert so she wouldn’t open the door. Or maybe Sharon could take Kennadi and they could leave before he got there. She wouldn’t let fear or stupidity rule her anymore. “You bitch,” he spat and lunged for the opened drawer of the register. Sabrina tried to close it, but he shoved her out of the way, sending her tumbling backward. The other customers in the store cried out and began to back away toward the exit. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tiffany, the girl who worked on the other register, reach for the phone hanging on the back wall. “Daddy, why’d you hit Mommy?” Her gaze swung up and she saw Kennadi and Sharon standing just inside the door. “Just what the hell is going on here?” Sharon asked, pulling Kennadi behind her. “Sharon, get her out of here. Now!” “No!” Robert exclaimed, whipping a gun out of his coat. Sabrina rushed forward just as a shot rang out.
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Chapter Nine Allen turned his patrol car onto Ninth Street just as a call went out. “Five‐four start to the robbery in progress at eight‐one‐six‐two I‐30, Charlie’s Food Market.” Terror clenched at his soul. Sabrina. Was she was working today? Allen pressed the call button on his shoulder. “Five‐four show me en route to Charlie’s Market.” He clicked on his lights and siren and sped down the road. Thank goodness he was only three blocks away. He watched other cars on the street move to the right to leave the way clear for him. He passed Commerce, Sherman and Ferry, and then turned right onto the I‐30 access road. When he pulled up and got out, he pressed the call button on his shoulder. “Five four, show me on scene.” He saw three customers run out of the store. One of them raced up to him. “There’s a man in there waving a gun.” “How many people are inside?” “I don’t know. Maybe six or seven.” “Is there more than one gunman?” “No. All I saw was the one. He’s holding a little girl, and one of the employees has been shot.” Anguish clutched at him as he touched his call button again. “Five‐ four. Start me some more units and a supervisor. I have a man in the store with six or seven hostages. Start MEMS for a possible gun shot victim.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Ten‐four.” * * * * * “Robert. Let Kennadi go. You’re scaring her.” “No! No,” he screamed, emphatically shaking his head. Whatever logical reasoning he’d had was gone, eaten away by the ravages of the drugs flowing in his system. Sabrina watched as he turned Kennadi around, the gun still in his hand, dangerously close to the side of her face. “You’re not scared of Daddy, are you, baby?” Kennadi’s terrified gaze slanted to hers, and Sabrina shook her head, willing her to say no. “No, Daddy. I’m not scared,” she said. “But you shot Mommy. She’s bleeding. She needs help.” He gripped her shoulders, and she saw Kennadi wince. “No. She’ll be all right,” Robert assured her. Sharon hunkered down beside her and wrapped another towel around her arm in an attempt to stop the blood. Sabrina felt woozy, but she couldn’t pass out. If she did, she knew he’d take her daughter and run. She couldn’t let that happen. “I just saw several police cars pull up outside,” Sharon whispered. “Thank goodness,” she said and sighed with relief. Now he couldn’t take her daughter. However, because the police were outside, he’d be more desperate to get away. She had to talk him down, to make him listen before someone was killed. “Robert, you need to let Kennadi go and get out of here before it’s too late.” He pulled Kennadi toward the door and looked outside. Panic streaked across his face, and desperation filled his voice. “It’s already too late; the cops are here.” * * * * *
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “Has anyone else come outside?” Allen’s sergeant asked. “No, sir. It’s been pretty quiet.” “The hostage negotiator should be here in a few minutes.” Allen didn’t know how much longer he could keep up his composure. Sabrina was inside, and the fact that a madman was waving a gun around had his stomach churning. Was she the one who’d been shot? Was she lying on the floor, bleeding to death, as they waited outside doing nothing? The SWAT team was gearing up, putting on bulletproof vests, strapping guns to their waists, loading their shotguns. Suddenly he heard someone yell, “I see the shooter.” He swung around. It was her ex, clutching Kennadi to his chest. “Damn.” This changed everything. “Sergeant, we have problem. I know the shooter.” His commanding officer swung around to face him. “What?” “I mean, I know who he is, and one of the employees inside.” “Start talking, Hughes.” “Sabrina Miller, the woman I’ve been seeing...used to see. That’s her ex‐husband, and it looks like he has their child in there as well.” “Shit. What a mess. You know you shouldn’t even be here. Stand back and stay out of the way, Hughes. You’re too close to this.” “But sir...” “Let me make this perfectly clear, Officer Hughes. You either stand back or you leave. It’s your choice.” Allen clenched and unclenched his hands at his side. He couldn’t leave her. Not now. Not like this. * * * * * Sabrina did everything in her power to stay conscious. The left side of her body was numb from the bullet in her arm, and no matter what Sharon did, she was still losing blood. Kennadi was crying hysterically because she wanted to go to her mother, but Robert wouldn’t let her, keeping her snug against his body with one hand while holding his gun
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James high with his other. “I gotta get outta here,” he growled. Opening the glass door, he yelled, “Get back. Don’t come any closer or I’m going to hurt someone.” Then he let the door slam shut. His gaze darted around until it landed on Tiffany. “You, come and lock this door.” Tiffany hesitated. “Move it,” he yelled. She got up and told him, “The keys are in the office.” “Well, go get them. And you better be back in two minutes or else.” Tiffany scrambled down the aisle that led to the office and went inside to get the keys. She was out in record time and locked the door. “Okay. Good. Now it’s time to start making demands.” “Demands? Robert, are you crazy?” Sabrina said. “You can’t make demands. You need to let these people out of here and turn yourself in before someone gets really hurt.” She felt Sharon grip her hand, pulling her back. But she couldn’t let him hurt any more people. He’d already shot her, and her daughter was in tears. It was time for this nightmare to be over. “No, I have to do this,” she whispered to Sharon. “This has gotten way out of hand. I need to try to convince him to let you, Kennadi, and these other people out of here.” Ms. Turner was cowering in the corner. One of her other regulars, Mr. Jackson, who looked on the verge of a heart attack, was sitting in a chair against the far wall. She rose to her feet, leaning on the counter for support. “Robert, listen to me.” “Shut up!” he said, waving the gun at her. “You shut the hell up. None of this would have happened if you’d given me the money,” he screamed. “Why didn’t you just give me the damn money?” Sabrina backed away toward the register. “Why don’t I give you the money now, Robert? Let everyone else go, and I can open the register and give it to you.” “That won’t solve anything. The police are out there. Do you think they’ll let me walk out of here with my pockets full of money?” She scanned the room and zeroed in on the door leading to the
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James back area. “You could go out the back.” She didn’t think for a minute the police didn’t have the entire place surrounded, but she wasn’t sure if Robert would know. He was so high and agitated, she hoped he wouldn’t think about it. She saw it in his eyes as he pondered her suggestion and the anticipated relief made her stumble and almost hit the floor. Sharon grabbed her. “Are you all right?” “I don’t know how much longer I can make it,” she whispered. Her arm burned like fire where the bullet had torn its path, and the loss of blood made her lightheaded. “I can’t let Kennadi see me pass out. She’ll think I’m dead.” As Sabrina slowly slid down to the floor, Sharon pleaded. “Listen, Robert. You can take the money, go out the back, and no one will see you.” “Mommy!” Kennadi yelled, struggling to get to her mother, but Robert kept her back. Kennadi began to cry. “I want my Mommy.” “No! No, Kennadi,” he barked. “You stay here.” “Please, please let her go, Robert,” Sabrina gasped out. “She’s scared. So is everyone else.” “No. No,” he said, and ran his hand over his head. “I need to keep a hostage.” “Then take me.” “Sabrina, no,” Sharon whispered. “Mommy, no,” Kennadi echoed at the same time. Her eyes begged Kennadi to understand. “Mommy will be all right, baby. Just go with Sharon. I’ll see you later. I promise.” Robert stalked to her and yanked her up off the floor. She cringed from the pain and couldn’t hold back the moan, “Aww.” He pulled her in front of him, one arm around her waist, the other holding the gun splayed across her chest. “Okay. All of you get up and walk toward the front door.” He motioned toward Tiffany. “You, with the keys. You come with us.” Sabrina stumbled in front of him, and he pulled her back up. “Robert, you need to let her go, too.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “No. Not until we’re out the door. Then she can come back and let the others out.” He pointed the gun at Tiffany. “Come on,” he shouted while backing toward the rear door leading into the storage area. The others hovered by the front door, relief on their faces that this nightmare was almost over. However, it wasn’t over for Sabrina yet. She just prayed to God that a cop guarded the back. A strong and wise one who’d be on Robert before her ex‐husband realized what was happening. “Go,” he said, pushing Tiffany in front of them as they made their way to the rear of the store. * * * * * “Sergeant, what about the back entrance?” “The SWAT Team has a guy back there.” A sinking feeling slashed through Allen’s gut. No way in hell was that guy coming out the front door. He knew it. Every cop instinct he had was on full alert. “I’m going back there.” “Stay out of the way, Hughes. Let these men do their jobs.” This wasn’t about a job anymore to Allen. The woman he loved, and the daughter he wished was his own, were trapped inside with a homicidal madman, and he knew if someone didn’t get in there soon, people were going to die. He circled around to the back of the building. Three SWAT members were crouched low in different locations, each with his eye and gun trained on the back door. He moved behind the closest guy who was hunkered down behind a dumpster. The man frowned and waved for him to stay put, then put a finger to his lips to signify silence. The warm spring day sent the foul smell of rotting trash careening through the air. Remorse, regret and even anger stung at his heart for all the things left unsaid. Things he wished he would have said to Sabrina. He needed her. He loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life giving her everything her heart desired. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James On his radio he heard, “We have hostages coming out the front door.” Allen was about to bolt to the front, but the officer beside him hissed, “Stop! The back door is opening.” He spun around and sure enough out came Sabrina, a huge bloodstain spread across the side of her shirt, and her ex‐husband, holding a pistol against her head. Every molecule in Allen’s body screamed in sheer terror. “Hold it right there,” one of the SWAT guys shouted. Robert froze just outside the door. Sabrina looked up and saw him, and surprise lit in her eyes. “Drop your weapon and let the hostage go.” Robert’s gaze flew from one cop to the next and when it landed on Allen, his dark eyes filled with rage. “It’s your fault she won’t take me back. But I won’t let you have her. She’s my wife.” After that, everything seemed to go in slow motion for Allen. Robert shoved Sabrina out of the way so roughly she fell to her knees. Robert aimed his gun straight for Allen’s heart. Sabrina bolted up from the ground. “No!” she shouted and flung herself in front of the pistol. Several gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. From the SWAT team and from Robert’s gun. An unbelievable amount of pressure hit Allen square in the chest and he was flung backwards, hitting the ground with incredible force. Suddenly, Sabrina’s beautiful face shimmered into focus as she leaned over him. “Allen. Oh, please God, don’t let him die. Allen.” Then everything went black.
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Chapter Ten “Allen! Allen! Please don’t die. Don’t leave me,” she screamed as tears ran down her face. Hands gripped her arms and tried to pull her back. “No. Leave me alone. I have to stay with him. No!” “Ma’am, you’re injured, and we can’t help him with you in the way.” Deep down, Sabrina knew they were right, but she couldn’t bear to let Allen out of her sight. Hell had walked into her little grocery store, and the devil was calling the shots. “Officer down, I repeat, Officer down. Need another medic at back entrance,” one of the SWAT guys yelled into his radio. “Ma’am. Please.” She staggered back as someone held her by the waist, her gaze never leaving Allen’s body. Mentally, she begged him to move, to say something. Moan, groan, anything to let her know he was still alive. A guy in a white shirt and navy pants, obviously an EMT, sat her down and peeled her shirt away from her wound. She winced with the pain and groaned, “Ouch.” If felt as if part of her skin was being pulled away with the shirt. The medic began to clean her wound just as Kennadi and Sharon came around the corner, running like the hounds of hell were after them. Kennadi ran straight into her arms. “Mommy.” “Oh, baby. I’m so glad you’re okay.” She leaned back from their embrace. “Me, too. I was so scared of Daddy. I was afraid he’d hurt you again.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James To their left, a body lay with a white sheet draped over it. As if reading her mind, Kennadi asked. “Is that daddy?” Sabrina silently thanked whoever had been thoughtful enough to cover Robert. He was dead, and she didn’t want her daughter to have a bloodied body as the last memory of her father. “Yes, I’m sorry, baby.” “He tried to hurt the police, didn’t he?” “Yes, but it’s all over, sweetie,” she said, brushing back her daughter’s hair. “It’s all over. No one else is going to get hurt.” Kennadi wheeled around and watched with enormous eyes as the medic lifted Allen onto a gurney. “What’s wrong with Officer Allen?” Sabrina swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat. “He’ll be fine, baby,” she said, smoothing her hand down Kennadi’s back while the medic worked on her arm. He has to be. * * * * * Pain. Burning pain, so severe it zinged around in his chest like a pinball on steroids. Willing air back into his lungs, he coughed, and coughed again, and struggled to sit up. “Lie still,” a voice said. “Sabrina?” he moaned. To open his eyes took a huge amount of effort. When he did, a blurry blue sky and several faces hovering over him slowly came into focus. His shirt lay in shreds around him, and someone was prying open the Velcro that held his bulletproof vest closed. “The bullet didn’t penetrate your vest. You’re a lucky man.” “Where’s Sabrina?” he asked, trying to rise up again. The medic splayed his hand on his shoulder. “Officer, please lie still until we can get this off and take care of your injuries.” “Where is she? Sabrina? Is she okay?” “She’s right over there with my partner.” “I need to see her,” he gasped out, the pain in his chest choking
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James him. “I need to make sure she’s fine.” The medic patted his shoulder. “If I had a woman who looked like that, I’d be crazy, too, if I thought she was hurt.” The guy looked over at his partner. “Mac, are you almost finished with the lady? I have one very anxious cop over here who isn’t cooperating until he sees her and knows she’s fine.” The other medic chuckled. “Yeah, I’m just about done. Then these two can have their little reunion because she’s been as worried about him as he is about her.” Allen sank back against the gurney. He closed his eyes since all he could see was dancing white spots. Sabrina leaned over him a few moments later. “Is he going to be okay?” “Yes, ma’am. He was wearing protective gear. He’s gonna have a big bruise on his chest, and he’ll hurt some for a while, but he’ll be fine. Good as new in a few weeks.” Soft, warm hands smoothed over his face. “Allen?” That voice. That gloriously beautiful voice. Willing his pulse to even out, he asked her, “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” She gripped his hand. “It’s just a flesh wound.” An ache like nothing he’d ever experienced before squeezed his chest in a cruel vise. “I almost lost you.” The medic had given him a shot for the pain, and Allen had to force his eyes open so he could see her, his heart full of love. He’d only been half alive before he met her, drifting through a lonely existence. He realized now that he’d been missing something, searching for something he couldn’t really understand. But he did now. It was Sabrina. She was what he’d been longing for. And now that he’d found her, he was never letting her go. “Come on, let’s sit you up,” the medic said, placing his hand up under him. He winced from the movement. Just then, his sergeant came over. “You all right, Hughes?” “Yes, sir.”
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James “I’ll see you downtown when you’ve been cleared at the hospital.” He looked at Sabrina and smiled, his heart so full of love. “I’ll stop by as soon as I can.” “Okay.” * * * * * “Are you okay?” Sabrina started to shrug, then cringed at the twinge in her arm. “I’m tired and still a little out of it, I guess.” Sharon had been with her for the past few hours. Sleep called to her, but she was determined not to answer. She wanted to wait for Allen. He was coming. He’d told her he’d be there as soon as he could. Kennadi tried to stay awake to see him but had finally succumbed to a long‐needed nap after she was reassured that both her mother and Officer Allen were fine. He had to come. She had to let him know how much she loved him. The minute those gunshots rang out, at that specific, horrible moment in time, she’d known. A knock had her almost running to the door. When she swung it open, relief flooded through her. Allen was there. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a green shirt, and appeared as if he was about to expire on his feet. Sabrina swallowed hard, so nervous she just stood there looking at him. Finally, she managed, “Hey.” “Hey yourself. Can I come in?” Unable to speak past the sudden lump in her throat, she only nodded her head and stepped to the side. Sharon had gone into the other room and came back out with a sleeping Kennadi tucked in her arms. She gave Sabrina a sly little wink. “I figure you two might need some privacy. I’ll call you when she wakes up.” Sabrina smiled her thanks as Sharon walked out. She turned to
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James Allen. “Are you okay?” “A little sore, but I’m fine. My sergeant gave me a few days off.” “That’s good.” “Sabrina,” he said gravely. “I know you lost your husband today.” The intensity in his gaze stirred an unfamiliar pang in her. “Ex‐ husband.” He took her hands in his. “I know it hasn’t been very long, and I know we haven’t spoken to each other in the last month, but what happened today made me realize something.” Her eyes filled with happy tears. “And what was that?” “What I want more than anything is to share a life with you and Kennadi. I know you might need time to grieve. Kennadi will definitely need time to grieve.” His voice grew husky. “But please, please, give me a chance to be the husband and father you both deserve.” She tightened her fingers in his. The spark was there; the familiar heat of pleasure spread throughout her body. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she watched the play of emotions on his face, saw the love she felt for him reflected in his gaze. “I made a mistake a month ago. I was wrong. I let my stupid belief that the family I gave up a long time ago still had a chance.” Deep emotions shifted in his eyes. “I turned my back on the one man I knew deep in my heart would love me and my daughter forever and never disappoint us.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “I do love you. With all my heart, I love you so much.” In Allen she’d found what she’d always been searching for. “I love you, too, and there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” His quick, rumbling chuckle startled her. “What’s so funny?” “I was just thinking back.” “To what?” “Thinking back to when we first met.” She began to laugh, too. “Who would’ve thought a small gift of
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A Gift of Chocolate by Lyric James chocolate could bring two people together and make them fall in love?” “Hmm...maybe it was magic.” “Magic on Valentine’s Day. I think I can buy that.” As Sabrina and Allen walked back to her bedroom, an old man with a long white beard, wearing a ragged wool coat and a battered fedora, rose from a bench with a smile.
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Author Bio Lyric James is a mother to three wonderful children, a wife to her very own cop hero, a middle school librarian to 12‐13 year olds who sometimes make her question her own sanity, and an author of sexy multicultural romance. When not writing, you can find her spending time with her family, reading, watching her favorite television shows or Harry Potter and Star Trek movies over and over and over again.
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