The Flavor of Love

The Flavor of Love

THE FLAVOR OF LOVE Shiree McCarver

Copyright©2008 by Shiree McCarver Cover art by Shiree McCarver All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Author, excepting brief quotes used in reviews. This work is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. May contain adult content of an erotic nature, be advised.

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Shiree McCarver Other books by Shiree McCarver FOREVER MOONLIGHT A SATYR’S TALE: ZAZA AND SYLUS A SATYR’S TALE: SELBY AND DARIUS THE LORD AND THE SCORPION ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

The Flavor of Love DEDICATION I dedicate this book to my Grandmother Gracie, who told me, “Being a good cook is the way to a man’s heart”. Bless her, I love her, but she was wrong. It only got me his attention. It was the spices we used in the bedroom that kept the heart fires burning. Cooking for me is very relaxing. The kitchen is where I do some of my deepest thinking, and it’s a place where my characters like to congregate in my mind Thank you Granny for all the Sunday suppers’ you fixed us as a family. You taught me there were many flavors to, love. I miss you.

Shiree McCarver

The Flavor of Love PROLOGUE San Francisco, 2004 “What is it Mom? You’re having a vision aren’t you? I can tell.” Etta clasped her mother’s cool hand in hers. Before her mother could reply she let go of her fingers and moved towards the glass window of the waiting room as the double outside doors opened in the corridor. “They are bringing in someone else!” Her mother came to stand beside her. Etta moved to the opening of the reception room door and waited for them to come by. She looked on in horror, her breath catching in the back of her throat as the third hospital gurney in the past fifteen minutes rolled through the automatic doors of the hospital emergency room. Fisting the ample skirts of the wet and stained white taffeta wedding gown she wore, she lifted them and rushed forward towards the approaching gurney. “Oh God…don’t let it be him,” she prayed. Her mother grasped her arm to pull her out of the way as they rushed by. “Mom, did you see all the blood? I know it wasn’t Toby because I could tell the man wasn’t a Blank man, but it could have been Neil. Could you tell?” “It wasn’t Neil, Etta, dear.” Her mother, Fay Jones announced placing a hand on her arm. “If it wasn’t Neil why did you have that look on your face when the gurney passed?” she argued. “Etta, sweetheart, calm down,” her mother crooned. “It wasn't Neil. The man was Asian.” “Did you have a vision?” A light frown puckered the older woman’s brow.

“Yes, about the man that just entered the

emergency room.” “Is he going to make it?” “Yes, but I’m afraid the people with him didn’t make it.” She tugged on Etta’s arm. “Come, lets go back into the waiting room, and have a seat. We are just in the way out here.” “I don’t want to sit down. I can’t,” Etta, fretted strolling back inside the sitting area. Her shaking fingers twisted at the delicate ivory-laced trimmed handkerchief in her hands. She looked at the kerchief. It was the “something old” because it once belonged to her great-great grandmother whom hand-stitched the trellis of blue roses sprouting from the center. The color also gave her the “something blue”. It was her dream to carry on the traditions of the women of her family and carry this most precious heirloom down the isle with her. It also represented the “something borrowed” because it currently belonged to her mother until the day she passed away. All of the women that had carried this token of love had remained with their husbands until death did them part. There had never been a divorce, however the

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Shiree McCarver women in her family always outlive the men they married. So that could be why the divorce rate was low and the widow rate was high. Etta reached up and finger the “something new”. Neil had gifted her with a pair of diamondstudded earrings that she now wore in the second piercing of her ears as a wedding gift. “Dammit, someone should have told us something by now? Didn’t they call because they were on the way here, if so why aren’t they here?” If her emotional outburst disturbed the others in the waiting room they didn't let on. “Etta, keep your voice down, this is a hospital emergency room,” Fay chastised. “Everyone here is suffering along side you and getting angry at the medical staff is not going to change what has happened. This is a big hospital, and if they came in by helicopter they most likely came in through another entrance.” Etta took in a long breath of air and blew it out slowly. Her mother was right, they could be here somewhere in the hospital being helped and this wasn't just happening to her. This awful moment in time was happening to everyone from her family to Neil's and others that were involved in the accident. Her eyes trailed over to her brother's girlfriend. Each of them had someone they love to lose. “I’m sorry,” she apologized to her mother. “Still, if you do sense that Neil or Toby has left us, you would tell me, wouldn’t you?” “Etta…” her voice trailed off, tears welled up in her soft brown eyes. “Don’t ask this of me, please. With the wedding and all, it…I’ve been an emotional wreck all day. I don’t trust all of what I’m seeing. Let’s just wait it out like we would if I didn’t have visions.” “Mom, I can tell you’re dancing around my question. You knew Daddy had passed away in his sleep before we left the hospital cafeteria and went back up to his room. Don’t start lying to me now. Not today, when I need you the most,” she begged. “Etta.” Fay’s expressive face changed and became somber. “I knew it. You do know.” Etta's voice grew flat. “Who is it mom? Neil? Toby?” “Etta, don’t make me say it aloud,” she sobbed biting on her bottom lip. “Is it both of them? Mommy, noooo!” “No…no, not both of them…it’s…” Her mother's lovely face crumpled in grief. “Who?” Etta hissed. “Just say it!” “What’s going on over hear?” Etta looked up through tear-filled eyes at Neil’s father, Frank Tutillo, as he approached, placing a comforting hand on her mother’s arm. “What’s going on? You’ve heard anything?” “Mom has had a vision about Neil and Toby. One of them didn’t make it.” “Is that true?” Frank’s shaggy eyebrows came together in a frown. “I respect your gift Fay, but if you don’t mind I rather wait and here what the Doctors have to say.”

The Flavor of Love “This is why I didn’t say anything. At this time I don’t believe my visions will benefit anyone in my current state of mind. I don’t feel I can rely on my own visions as the moment and I tried to explain this to my daughter, it would be best if we wait and see what happens,” Fay murmured. Etta grew still, she heard her mother’s words but she knew from experience her mother’s visions about death were never wrong. She also knew if the one that had died effect only their family she wouldn’t avoid saying it aloud. It had to be Neil. Her mother didn’t want to dash away what little hope his father was holding on to. She didn’t know if she could take another breath knowing Neil was gone. How could she pretend to be oblivious in front of Frank when she felt as if she was dying inside? “I can’t breathe,” Etta moved off to the side and leaned against the wall. “Etta, don’t do this to yourself. Baby, please don’t come to any conclusions,” Fay walked over to where she was standing. “Let’s wait and see what the Doctor will say, okay?” Neil…Neil…Neil. His name played over and over in her mind like a scratched place on his favorite jazz album. There was no way he would leave her on their wedding day. He wanted this as much as she did. They were in the midst of the beginning of an awesome future. Neil signed a new six-year football contract. They’d just placed a down payment on a new house with enough room for the three children they’d planned on having. She closed her eyes for a moment a wretched moan tore from her throat before she whispered, “I can’t do this. Your visions aren’t ever wrong when it comes to death, we both know this and if it had been Toby, you would have just said so. But because it’s Neil, you didn’t want to tell his father the truth.” “It’s not my place. I promise you, we can get through this together,” Fay assured her. “Mom, how will I be able to go on without him?” “Sweetheart--” “I need him and he needs me. You know he’s color blind and without me how is he going to pick out matching socks?” “Come Etta, you’re shaking,” Neil’s father stepped forward placing his hands on her shoulders. “Why don’t you have a seat over here, sweetheart.” She moved away from his hands. She couldn’t even bare to look at him. He was an older version of Neil. “Don’t worry about me. Why don’t you go to the reception desk and remind them that we are still waiting on news,” “Yeah, it has been about an hour since I asked last,” Frank’s deep voice cracked with emotions. “I think I will go down the hall and get another cup of coffee. Either of you want me to bring you back anything.” Both women declined. 7

Shiree McCarver As soon as Frank left the room Etta looked at her mother. “I can’t believe this his happening?” she sobbed. “I woke up so happy this morning, I haven’t seen Neil for two days, I missed sleeping with him, touching him, and now I never will again! What am I going to do? How am I going to finish getting through this day without him? What if I won’t be able to see him again and say goodbye?” What--” “Etta, you must stop this sweetheart, it’s not good for you or anyone else,” Fay Jones voiced caressing the tears from her daughter’s moist cheeks. “ “It’s okay, Momma.” One corner of her mouth twisted upward. “Don’t you see what this is? You’re right you could be wrong and Neil is probably and Toby probably forgot to turn on their cell phones. They might be at the chapel right now wondering where we are!” “Etta, what about the phone call we received from the hospital?” “How do we know it came from the hospital, what if this some kids prank. They heard about the car pileup on the causeway through the news and started playing pranks on people. Watch, Frank will come back in here and tell us it’s all some big misunderstanding. Neil and Toby are fine and waiting for us at the church.” “I see Frank coming down the corridor, let’s go find out if he has any news,” Fay suggested. “You will see I am right,” a smile of trembled over her lips. Etta walked towards Frank. He came close, looking down at her intensely. A glazed look of despair began to spread over his face. She felt the nauseating sinking of despair. He dragged her against him and wrapped his arms about her, binding her arms to her sides he whispered in her ear. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, our boy is gone. Neil, is gone,” he said in a moist low, tortured sob against her ear. His hold tightened as she swooned against him. “No!” She protested. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her senses shattered. A suffocating sensation threatened to choke her and when she released her breath it came out in another heart wrenching scream. Etta’s teeth chattered, her body trembled, and her knees knocked together beneath her wedding gown. Only Frank’s body and arms kept her on her feet. She wept aloud, her nails bit into her palms leaving bloodied crescent shapes. The happiest day of her life turned out to be the worst.

The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 1

San Francisco, 2007 Keigo Kyou rubbed his aching abdomen. “That ulcer acting up again, Judge?” “It’s been a long day. Longer then the usual since we are trying to wrap up the last four episodes of the season.” “Well, this is the last one, maybe it won’t be too difficult.” Keigo held his arms back to allow his judicial robe to be slipped on. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders smoothing out the material. “I was thinking, Judge, since you’re wrapping up a the season and will be going on summer vacation, how about you allow me to buy you a drink to celebrate the renewal of twenty more episodes?” The director called out, “Everyone take your places, we are about to begin!” The makeup artist pressed the sheet of rice paper to his forehead and nose to prevent camera shine, “Sorry, but I already have plans. Maybe another time, Caroline,” he gave her a polite smile. “You always tell me the same thing,” she pouted. “Yet you keep asking,” he pointed out. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she whispered and winked at him before stepping aside. “Nope, as long as you don’t mind my continuing to say, “no”.” he grinned. “All quiet in the courtroom. Key announcer!” The director gave a hand gesture to start the music. “You are about to enter the courtroom of Judge Keigo Kyou. The people are real. The cases are real. The rulings are final. This is his courtroom. This is Judge Kyou.” “Enter Bailiff on 1, 2, 3…” Bailiff Williams took his place next to the bench. In a deep booming voice he announced to the courtroom, “This court is now in session, all rise.” Keigo stepped out of his chambers and made his way to the bench. “Key announcer.” “Tanesha Lewin is suing personal chef and owner of the online business Food Aura for the money she paid her to cater her wedding.” “Bailiff on 1,2,3…” “Be seated!” He leaned over, handed the file to Keigo, and said, “Your Honor, this is case number DC07-4335 Lewin vs. Jones. All parties have been sworn in.” “Okay, lets get on with it then. Now, Mrs. Lewin, you hired catering services from this woman. And you were not happy with the meal, is that correct?” 9

Shiree McCarver “Uh…excuse me, Judge. First, let me say you are much cuter in person--” He glanced at Miss Jones long enough to say, “Miss Jones, you do not speak in my court until you're called upon to do so.” Keigo interrupted automatically, barely giving the speaking woman a second glance. This was not the day for dramatic outburst or anything else. This was to be his last case before embarking on a two-months long awaited leave. From what he read in this case file, it should take less than ten minutes for him to render a judgment. “Your Judgeship, you'll have to forgive me, I was wondering why she gets to tell her side first? I'm sure if you just let me explain the unpleasant situation, you will just throw her petty ol' case right out of your courtroom.” Keigo, with a scowl, pulled his reading glasses off his nose and placed them on top of the papers giving the uncouth woman his full attention. His dark eyebrows lifted in surprise as he took time to look at her. She was thin, toffee colored skin, and of medium height. Her dark hair was worn in a natural wild style like a halo about her face and shoulders, and if he squinted hard enough he would swear he could make out the darkness of her nipples beneath the white stretch neck peasant blouse. The first thought that came to mind was a crazed gypsy fortuneteller, he'd seen in some “B” grade horror film. The only difference was the woman in the movie wasn't a Black woman that didn’t know how to keep quiet in his courtroom. Sometimes being on television brought out the worse in people. “If we may continue,” he mumbled, rubbing at the throbbing in his stomach. “Miss Jones. I can assure you there is a method to how I do things around here. You will get your turn in due time.” Keigo’s dark eyebrows lifted in disbelief. The woman had the gall to be shaking her head at him as he was speaking. What the hell? Shouldn’t the director yell cut or something? Of course not, this has the potential for “great TV” and what the director didn’t want to keep he would edit it out later. “Nope, Judge Cutie, it's my reputation and character coming into question here, and I reserve the right to defend myself.” His mouth dropped wide in surprise when she moved from behind the podium with a swirl of scarlet and white-layered skirts swaying about her slender ankles and bare feet? “Miss Jones, you need to go back to your podium please. This still happens to be a court of law.” “By the way, call me Etta,” She gave him a dimpled grin and winked. His second wink within the past fifteen minutes. He wasn’t impressed. His stomach hurt and he was quickly losing reign on his patients. Releasing a loud he forged ahead, “Miss Jones, you may address me as, Judge Kyou, Mr. Chief Justice, or Your Honor,” Keigo corrected her before proceeding to ask, “I may regret asking this, but tell me please, why are you standing in my courtroom without shoes?” “Oh, Your Judgeship, I have them with me. I’m just not wearing them.” “I can see that,” he stated. “What I don’t know is why?”

The Flavor of Love She shrugged. “I hate shoes and every chance I can get they come off.

I’m inside, so it’s okay. I

think it started when I moved into my new house three years ago and the decorator my friends hired surprised me with this awesome place were I could find inner peace. So it’s decorated in an Asian style and I have tatami floor mats. Seeing how you’re Japanese, I don’t have to tell you what tatami flooring are made of do I?” “Miss Jones, true I am Japanese but aren’t you being a bit presumptuous, I was born in San Francisco,” Keigo pointed out not sure why he felt it was necessary. “So you don’t know what a tatami floor is?” She asked. “I didn’t say that.” “Then what’s your point in saying it at all?” She huffed. “I’m not Japanese, nor was I born in Japan, but I respect and have learned about your culture.” “Miss Jones, this is not your home and there are no tatami floorings in here, so please put back on your shoes. It’s not sanitary.” “My feet are okay, I will wash them when I get home, so I’m not worry about germs,” She explained to him as if he was a dense child. “I am. From your feet.” “You can eat off my feet, thank you. I clean them just as much as the average person washes their hands. Would you like to see them? Let me--” “Ms. Jones, don’t you dare move any further away from your assigned podium!” The people in the audience laughed. He blinked once…twice, the muscle in his cheeks worked over time as he bit down on his back teeth. “Miss Jones, need I remind you that you are currently in a court of law. I is appropriate that while you are in public you should wear shoes on your feet, and several places will not allow you entrance without shoes. This is one of them.” “First, I didn’t “enter” without my shoes. I just removed them a moment go. Secondly, I understand how the conventional world—that I must suffer on a daily bases—work. I also can read and I didn’t see any signs on your courtroom door that requires me to keep on my shoes.” “You also didn’t read a sign to keep on your clothes, but I see you’re still wearing those,” Keigo pointed out. She gave him an impish grin. “If it’s a probably I can start shedding, I have a membership at the nude beach, so it you thought to intimidate me with that statement…” Keigo thought about her being nude. He knew it was a mistake when it cross his mind because it had been awhile since he been with a woman. So the mere thought of seeing her naked up close and personal brought on an unexpected semi-erection. He shifted in his chair, clearing his throat loudly. 11

Shiree McCarver Keigo simmered a little longer in silence before saying in a calm voice, meant for a child, since she insisted on misbehaving like one. “Miss Jones, I believe we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.” The viewers in the courtroom laughed. She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him and placed her long slender fingers on her hips. “No pun intended,” the corner of his mouth tipped up in a grin. “Of course not,” she murmured. “Miss Jones, how about you move back over to stand next to your shoes, and allow me to proceed uninterrupted. If you can not abide by the rules of this court I will be forced to do something I do not wish to do,” he reprimanded. “I will do as you ask, if you do as I ask and call me, Etta. I gave up all the trappings of my former life three years ago, including the use of my last name. Now I’m know legally as “Etta”, you know like, Cher.” Her full lips spread into a wide grin. “Since you’re throwing out threats, tell me Judge Handsome, what exactly are you threatening to do, exactly?” His breath caught. She has a beautiful smile, he thought. He shook his head deciding he needed to get this over with and quick. His body was betraying him! “You don’t want to know,” he murmured. “Now get back over there,” he pointed. “Yeah. I do.” “This is madness? Where is the director shouldn’t you be yelling cut or something?” Keigo bellowed with a deep scowl. “Stop film!” The director nearly skipped up to his bench. It was apparent he was pleased by the woman’s antic in his courtroom. “Judge Keigo, just keep going like this. This is priceless! I couldn’t have done better if I had chosen an actress to come in here and stir things up.” He slapped the top of the bench and chuckled. “She is wonderful, and she looks great on camera. That impish dimpled smile of hers caught us off guard. It was a priceless close-up shot and free to us. What more could you ask for?” “Okay, I give you that. She does have an unassuming prettiness, but--” Keigo saw her laughing and shaking her head along with the chuckles of the audience and realized the entire courtroom was hearing everything. His face flushed red and he threw his hand over his attached microphone. “Dammit, Marco, I’ve had a long freakin’ day, my gut is killing me and I’m in no mood to continue this dancing with her any further. This should have been a cut and dry case, so let me just make my ruling and let’s call it a day!” “Look, we’re friends so you know I’m not going to bullshit you on this.” Marco stated, which was a sign to Keigo that Marco was in creative mode and seeing Emmy awards on his shelf. There was no way he was going to allow him to wrap this us quickly.

The Flavor of Love “Keigo, I know they’ve already spoken to you about renewing for twenty more episodes, but you know how fickle this business is. If I don’t pull off something grand, they may get a new director. Hey trust me.” “Uh oh, you’re playing on the friendship and the “trust me” card,” Keigo moaned. “It’s going to be a long afternoon isn’t it?” “Come on, buddy, haven’t I made you the hottest Judge on television? You have a huge viewing audience of women. They are going to love this episode!” Keigo simmered. “Keigo, you know I’m talking the truth, man. This episode will push you over the top. A real battle of the sexes! Sort of like Jerry Springer but real, you know.” He knew Marco was right, but he didn’t have to be happy about it. “After we get this finished and edited I’m going to see if I can convince the network to air this as the last show of the season and make it like a, cliffhanger. Your viewers won’t know the results until the first episodes of next season. It will be all the talk for the summer break and when you have your season premiere the ratings will be dancing on the roof!” “Hey! Excuse me! I know this is a TV show, but being one of the “real people” in a “real case” I would like us to get on with it! I have a nail appointment scheduled.” “Oh shit, now Mrs. Lewin is stirred up, that is all I need,” Keigo groaned. “Oh, I was wondering why she was sitting on sideline! This is great, if she is good and pissed, then we are bound to hear more out of her.” “Marco,” he called his name in a warning voice. “No Man, this is great. Go at it with the Ella chick a little longer. The later the Lewin broad is for her appointment the more pissed she will be,” Marco slapped his hands together. “Quiet on the set! Rolling in 1,2,3…” “Excuse me! I’m screw this, it’s my turn to say something,” Tanesha voiced. “I wrote in my complaint that this Ella woman was a nut case, Judge Kyou. Now you now see for yourself what I’ve been going through trying to get my freakin’ money back! I swear the mental bitch needs to pay me more for my mental stress!” “Mrs. Lewin--” Keigo began and once more to his amazement— yet not really surprising— was the very vocal and saucy, Miss Jones, interrupting him. “You spouting such hogwash Tanesha, and you know it,” Etta yelled. “You know how I do? Now you are going to come up in this courtroom and pretend like you don’t know the deal.” “Don’t talk to me, Redbone Bitch, tell it to the judge.” Tanesha through up a hand and turned her head.

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Shiree McCarver Keigo wondered if they were for real. He had seen stuff like this happen on other’s show, but never his. He was beginning to wonder if indeed Marco had stage all of this. Of course the case was real he had the official documents to prove it, but where did they find these people in line at the Jerry Springer audition?” “Ladies, please--” “Tanesha, I told you several times that I needed to meet with you and the groom, before the big day, in order to get an accurate reading. It’s not my problem that he was too busy to show up in planning his own wedding,” Etta huffed. “You should have told me that the man you were marrying was Jewish. I can’t believe you would order pork knowing you were having a Baptist and Jewish styled wedding. I told you some people don’t do pork because it got a bad rep., go with something neutral like beef and chicken.” “Pork, has a reputation?” Keigo snorted on a laugh. Both women turned mean eyes on him and he clamped his mouth shut. He had completely lost control of his courtroom. He cut mean eyes towards Marco, sitting in the shadows.

He hoped he was getting some good footage because he wasn’t going to

allow this to continue much longer. “Why in the hell should I have to tell you anything, aren’t you the one with your own cooking show called The Psychic Chef?” Tanesha screeched. She has her own show? No reason she is so comfortable in front of the camera. Keigo thought. She probably was on his show trying to get free publicity. The nerves of this woman never cease to amaze him. He looked over at Marco again. He smelled a dirty directing rat. If he found out that the same company that produced his show was producing her show, he was killing Marco. “Oh please, Etta, my husband’s last name is Lewin, for freakin’ sake. Even I would have known he was Jewish! Stomach reader my ass!” “Ladies…” Keigo tried once again to intervene, politely. “Food Consultant, thank you!” Etta shouted. “Look, I never professed to be a freakin’ mind reader. Also as for the last name, you’re a Lewin now and everyone can see you aren’t Jewish the way you barfed down the ribs at your wedding, it’s obvious you aren’t living a kosher lifestyle. Tell what did your husband think about those barbecue kisses he was getting off your greasy lips.” Etta clucked her tongue loudly. “See if you listened to someone else besides your own porker snout you wouldn’t be in this mess.” “Meaning what?” Tanesha bellowed. “You trying to say I’m fat.” “No, I’m not trying to say anything except your nose looks like a pig snout.” ”Why you bitch!” “Call me what you want but we both know the truth. You’re the one who insisted on ribs and pulled pork smoked tender in brisk chips, with Cajun hot barbecue. Now, I don’t care who ate the meat. All I know is there was nothing left at the end of the night.” “Miss Jones…”

The Flavor of Love “I was humiliated.” Tanesha pouted. “Mrs. Lewin…” “If wearing that dress cut down to your navel was humiliating, nothing else should have been,” Etta quipped. “You’re whacked-out crack ho,” Tanesha argued. “You owe me.” “I don’t owe you a dam…err…you know!” “Oh yes you do and you going to give me back my money!” “What money? I swear you got nerve!” Etta blew out a long breath. “Tanesha, how do you think you can give a sister, $4400 dollars to buy $3800 worth of food and even consider that I got what my services are worth? If anything you still owe me.” “Don’t hold your breath,” Tanesha rolled her eyes at her. Etta’s face became flushed and Keigo grinned. If Mrs. Lewin was getting under Etta’s skin, he was happy. All of this started because she couldn’t follow the rules. She deserved to feel a taste of his frustration. “I don’t do these types of affairs anymore. Do you have any idea how much I could charge you for my services? Hell, I get paid big duchies just to put in an appearance! I did all the work myself so you wouldn’t have to pay extra for my assistants, all you had to do was supply the servers and you decided to go buffet style to pinch a dime.” “Humph! A favor? I don’t think so. You see this is what you get when you mess with a ghetto catering business,” Tanesha mumbled. “Oh no, you didn’t,” Etta made a smacking sound of disbelief. “What right do a Hood Rat--“ Keigo spited out the sip of water he took from his cup on a laugh. The ladies barely gave him a glance as Etta continued, “Have to call me ghetto? You don’t know me like that. I may be a Carney Brat--” “Carney Brat?” Bailiff Phil interrupted in his booming voice. “A kid that grew up in a traveling carnival,” Etta explained. “Thank you, Phil,” Keigo grinned at the bailiff. “That explains a lot.” “Yes it do, Judge Kyou,” Phil chuckled in agreement. Etta turned her attention towards him but before she could say what she was thinking Tanesha intervened. He released a relieved sigh. “You know you’re jealous because I go a man and my Momma told me what happened on the day of your wedding,” Tanesha said smugly. “That’s the real reason you don’t do weddings any more isn’t it, Ms. Goody-Goody.”

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Shiree McCarver The entire courtroom seemed to grow still as they waited for Etta’s snappy comeback. Keigo was taken aback to see the color practically drain from her generally animated face.

His expression darkened with an

unreadable emotion and he realized he had allowed this to go on long enough. Keigo stood abruptly, picked up his gavel and struck the dark oak wood a few times, the vein in his forehead was prominent as he bellowed, “Enough! I want order, in this damned courtroom, or I will hold you both in contempt!” Surprised gasps went out through the courtroom followed by dead silence, all eyes forward on him. Keigo’s face reddened with embarrassment. Marco was laughing at his expense. Never in his eleven years on the bench had had he made such an outburst in his courtroom. He was sure it was because his stomach was killing him. Tiredly, he cleared his throat and mumbled his apologies while reclaiming his seat. “Don’t worry about it, Judge Handsome, I can hear your poor belly screaming so I can understand why you’re in such a fowl mood.” She clucked her tongue at him before adding in Japanese, “Genki dashite, nantoka naru-yo.” He looked up at Etta in amazement, not because she had spoken in Japanese, but because she seemed to have recovered quickly and once again talking out of turn in his courtroom. What would it take to keep her quiet? What had Mrs. Lewin said? Something had happened on the day of her wedding? What happened? It was obvious from her case file information the marriage didn’t happen. She marked the single box. Not, divorced or married. His eyes narrowed. What was her story? “Excuse me, Judge Kyou, I don’t know how to type Japanese,” the stenographer interrupted his thoughts. “Oops, sorry, your Honorary’s Secretary, “ Etta giggled. “I said, “cheer up, it’ll be okay”. As a matterof-fact, this is Judge Uptight’s lucky day because Etta knows what he needs.” Keigo’s didn’t realize his mouth was open until he nearly choked on his own dry tongue. He struck the gavel to the wood on the desk. “Et…err…Miss Jones, you give me no choice. I’m holding you in contempt for disrupting my proceedings time and time again.” “Holding in contempt? What does that mean? You’re pissed at me?” Phil and the courtroom of people laughed. “Uh, it means that you will be charges a fine and if the Judge so wish it, spend time in jail for disrupting the court.” “Thank you, Phil,” Etta smiled at the tall muscular Black man. Keigo frowned, “Yeah, thank you, Phil.” Phil cleared his throat, threw his shoulder back, with hands crossed in front of him he resumed his stoic appearance and stared straight ahead. Only the slight tugging at the corner of his mouth hinted at his true humorous nature.

The Flavor of Love Keigo was just feeling irritated. Was she charming all his friends?

Even Marco was giving him a

“thumbs up” sign. He was going to kick his ass when this was over. “Don’t anyone appreciate free help these days. First I do this girl a favor because her Mother knows my Mother, then I try to be understanding about your attitude.” She paused and gave him a grin, “Tell me, why does it seem that I’m the only one that seems to be out of money. How much of a fine are we talking about? “Do you always talk this much?” He asked over her chatter. “I don’t think so, but some say I do when I get nervous.” She placed a finger to her chin. “I don’t feel nervous, do you?” “Miss Jones, from now until the end of these proceedings, every time you interrupt me I will add a day for each word along with an additional thousand dollar fine. So it would be feasible if you kept your mouth closed.” “Five days of what?” Etta sputtered. “Also, since you’ve already charged me a thousand dollars, I should be allowed to finish speaking my piece!” “It’s because you insist on speaking your “piece” that you are in this mess in the first place!” Keigo slammed the gavel down once again. “Now you owe me fifteen days!” “More like eighteen, Judge.” “Thank you, Phil.” “Yeah, thanks Phil,” she mimicked sarcastically. “That brings you up to twenty-one,” Keigo announced. “You want to try for twenty-five.” “How about, K.M. I!” She yelled at him. Keigo face showed his confusion. “KMI?” She looked at Phil. “Kiss My Ass, Judge. Not my ass, uh...her--” “I get it Phil.” The courtroom erupted in laughter. Keigo hammered against the wood. “You get an even thirty for that one, Miss Jones.” Etta raised her hand. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “What now?” “Since you’re giving me permission to speak this don’t count,” she reminded. “May I ask thirty days of what? Jail time? I can’t do jail time. They might pull my show if the advertisers start pulling out. You know how the networks are.” Indeed Keigo understood all too well. This is why he kept his nose clean, didn’t bring any added attention to his personal life, then necessary. He took this job, to live an easier and quieter lifestyle. He 17

Shiree McCarver didn’t do interviews or skits on other shows. He came in did his job, allowed marketing to create this mysterious persona of him and went about his business. “Tell me, why should I be concerned about your career? You obviously haven’t been. Look at your actions in my courtroom today.” “Well, if you feel that way,” she pouted prettily. “Then you might as well throw me in jail right now, but make sure if the media gets a hold of my mug shot they get the picture with my good side and not one of those front face shot. No one look good in those.” She held her arms out and put her wrist together. “Take me. I’m yours.” Keigo winced as the tick in his left eye matched the dull throbbing in his stomach. The tinkling of the numerous around her dainty wrist tinkled with each movement. “Go back to your assigned stand and put your shoes on, Miss Jones. I’m going to make a ruling,” Keigo said, his voice dangerously soft. “Does this mean, I’m not going to jail?” She asked. The woman was clueless. “Now you owe me thirty-eight days Miss Jones, so you’re not helping your case. Do you want to make it forty-one and offer me your ass again?” He smirked. Everyone laughed. She rolled her eyes and dropped her crossed arms to place her hands on her hips. Her head bobbed on her long slender neck as she said, “Oh what the hell, I might as well go for broke, since I’m going to rot in jail anyway, right?” He watched her stomped over to the podium where she was suppose to be standing in the first place and snatched up her purse. “What are you up to?” Keigo asked. “I didn’t want to have to do this,” she fussed. “Phil, make sure she don’t have a weapon of some sort, I don’t trust her.” The courtroom laughed. “She’s cleaned Judge, you know we check everyone out before the come in here,” Phil answered with a grin. “Even breath spray would be a dangerous weapon in that woman’s hand,” Keigo commented. More laughter erupted and Keigo grinned. He saw all the other shows and they all seemed to have a comedic relief in the midst of seriousness. It never happened in his court. It was a refreshing change. People, were actually finding him humorous. There’s a first time for everything he supposed. “What does she have there?” Tanesha asked loudly. “She can’t go bringing evidence into this case I don’t know about!”

The Flavor of Love “What I have here on this camera proves that Tanesha was not dissatisfied with the food I prepared for her wedding.” She moved towards the bench and came up on her tiptoes before him to place the small video camera on his bench. “Will you please…please go back to your podium and for God’s sake, keep quiet Miss Jones,” Keigo moaned placing a hand on his stomach. He wasn’t surprised when she ignored him. Again. “Also, you should already have copies of the contracts. There are initials at the bottom of each contract page, her initials. Tanesha had no special specifications such as family members who are allergic or don’t eat nuts, seafood, pork, vegetarians, etcetera. As you can see none of those boxes were checked off.” Keigo grimaced and rubbed his stomach. “I apologize for giving you a hard time.” She whispered softly, he assumed it was for his ears only, but she forgot as long as they wore microphones, nothing was private. “It wasn’t my intention to cause you added stomach pains.” His eyes locked on her face pleasantly pleased by the genuine and sincere tone of her voice. She fluttered beautiful long dark eyelashes at him and gifted him with another one of her mesmerizing grin. Once more his body betrayed him and hardened. “Your…uh, apology is accepted, Miss Jones.” “Now, sweetie, this is between me and you,” she said softly tweaking her forefinger for him to come closer. His interest peeked he stood placed one hand over his microphone and nodded at hers to do the same. He leaned over his desk. “Now, what you say will remain between us.” “You know what, Judge Handsome?” The sweet seductiveness of her throaty voice caused all kinds of thoughts to run through his head. He was thankful for the fullness of his judicial robe. “What, Miss Jones?” “I think you’re gorgeous. Especially when you’re not so serious. I just needed to say it.” “Thank you, now can we finish this so we can call it a day and go home?” He asked in hushed tones. A probing query came to her eyes and he suspected she had an ulterior motive for giving him honey sweet compliments. “Mmm, does this mean I’ve made my case? Are you going to dismiss the twenty days of service?” He was right. Keigo released a disappointed sigh, “Forty-one days, Miss Jones, and the answer is, no.” Keigo, tried not to smile at her pretty pout but he couldn’t help it. She narrowed her brown eyes on him and said, “What if I offer you a deal? What if I give you fifteen days of my chef service? Free of charge of course.” 19

Shiree McCarver “Of course,” Keigo repeated. “No, thank you.” “Twenty days and I promise to heal your bad tummy?” She continued to bargain. “Thirty days and you got a deal.” “Deal!” She beamed and held out her hand. Keigo ignored the offer of a handshake. “My word is enough, Miss Jones, now return to your proper place and we will wrap this up.” She let her hand drop, her right eyebrow arched at him. “Say, “please” and apologize to me for making this entire process more difficult then it had to be. As you can see the case is cut and dry. There’s a contract she signed it. There’s video evidence of her at the wedding with her arm wrapped around my shoulder thanking me and telling everyone how wonderful everything was.” “Of for goodness sakes!” Keigo groaned in frustration, rubbing at his stomach and temple. He didn’t care if this was “good TV” as Marco put it. He wasn’t an entertainer, he was a District Court Judge and he was tired of her running his courtroom. As if she hadn’t cause enough disruption for one day she was actually waiting for him to apologize. His eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. The irritating minx had the nerve to wink at him and flash those silly dimples. Dimples like that shouldn’t be on a grown woman! “Miss Jones, I swear you are crazy lady.” He muttered. “Oh, now you can see she’s a nut!” Tanesha yelled at him. “You couldn’t just take my word for it. I’m thirty minutes late for my appointment because--” “Do you want to end up in the same predicament that she is in, Mrs. Lewin? If not continue to keep your mouth shut,” Keigo stood and pointed gavel at Etta. “As for you! I realize as long as you are in here I will not be allowed to do my job,” he stated in a low menacing voice. “Bailiff, take Miss Jones to a holding cell. Maybe a few minutes alone in her own company will do her some good.” “What? Wait, I’m sorry, okay, you don’t have to apologize! Look, I really can’t go to jail. I don’t’ like confined spaces. I--” “You’re still talking? Phil. Enjoy the jail cell, Miss Jones.” Keigo stated while the Bailiff grabbed Etta by the upper arm, reaching for his handcuffs. “No!” He stopped him raising a hand. “I don’t think those are necessary, but if you happen to have a muzzle I’m sure everyone would appreciate it.” The audience laughed. “Oh you…you bully!” Etta called out. “You know what? You may be cute, but you’re an ass, for putting a woman in jail!” “Calm down and walk this way, Miss Jones,” the bailiff tugged at her until they were out the side door. The door closed but he could still hear her ranting.

The Flavor of Love Keigo squared his shoulder. His grin grew wider. Softly a chuckle escaped his lips and he murmured, “Boy, I pity the man that has to wake up next to that mouth every morning.” The audience laughed. He smirked. He could be amusing, sometimes. The smug grin left his face. A brief picture of him waking up next to Etta seized his thoughts. Keigo could imagine the heaviness of her eyes gazing over at him. The fullness of her lips, moist and begging to be kissed, moaning his name. He pushed aside the thoughts. The pain in his stomach must be causing a numbing in his brain for thinking such a crazy thought. She wasn’t even his type. Whatever that was. It had been three years since he had been with any woman. He didn’t know if he was ready yet to get back in the dating world. Once Phil quietly returned to the courtroom, with his customary stern and practiced exterior, Keigo told Phil, who quietly returned to his place to play the tape on the monitors. “Enough, I’m ready to rule,” he turned his attention to the courtroom and announced, “In light of the this tape and contracts that you did indeed placed your initials on each paper approving of the menu. So, I hereby declare this case, dismissed!” Loudly he slammed down the gavel and moved to step down from the bench. “Hey! Wait a damned minute!” Tanesha bellowed. “What about my money! She is a crazy ass woman!” “I won’t disagree with that, but it obviously has nothing to do with her ability as a chef, Mrs. Lewin, you made that fact clear in the wedding video. “So she just walks away from everything, just like that.” Tanesha Lewin stated. “No, unfortunately Miss Jones owes my court a fine and thirty days for her disruption,” Keigo stated. “If I had been allowed the opportunity to do my job, I was ready to dismissed the case on the contracts and recommendation letters submitted by guest that had attended the wedding.” “Court is dismissed,” Phil announced. While the others completed the day’s production wrap and interviews with the plaintiff and audience members, Keigo made a quick exit to his chambers and slammed the door shut behind him. He wasn’t in the mood to sign autographs and chat with fans. Of course, his producers would have some to say about it, but after today he was about to tell them where to shove the entire show. For a while now he had been wondering if this was what he wanted to do anymore. There was a time that all he wanted was to someday sit on the Supreme Court. He was considered a boy genius graduating from Harvard Law School at the tender age of eighteen. His father had mapped out his entire life and when he died his dream had become his own. That was until the accident changed his entire life and limited his options. 21

Shiree McCarver With a soft curse, he shrugged out of his robe and hung it up on the assigned hook to let Nan, his personal assistant, know it needed to go to the drycleaners. Don’t do this. Don’t dredge of the past. Just let it go, he told himself. Dropping down tiredly into a black leather chair behind the oversized cherry wood desk, he leaned back and lifted his feet to rest on his desk, one ankle crossed over the other. His hand dropped onto his stomach, rubbing the dull ache. The pain was a gentle reminder that he wasn’t following the Doctor’s advice by cutting back. He didn’t know how much more cutting back he could do. His illustrious judicial career had turned into a joke for late night comedians. The only recourse was to retire from the field of law altogether. He wasn’t sure it was something he was prepared to do. He already lost everything else he gave a damn about. “Can that crazy woman really cure my stomach woes?”

The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 2 Keigo was ready to hit something or someone, Marco in particular after listening to his praise of Etta Jones's cuteness and vibrant personality. He continued his boisterous regaling of the show and had the nerve to tell him he and Etta had superb chemistry. “Thank God, it's a reality show, or I would be supposing you're suggesting we make her a permanent part of the show.” Keigo sighed. “Wouldn't it be great? We can have her predict the result of the trial at the start of the show and have the audience vote if they agree or disagree. We can--” “She's not that type of psychic, Marco.” He interrupted. “Huh?” “From what I understand, Etta has an uncanny ability to know what you want to eat before you do. The last place she worked at didn't have menus. She would send out the meals without anyone ever placing an order. My understanding it was highly successful.” “I can’t believe that would fly? People actually paid for that? I usually don’t go to certain restaurants until I know what I want,” Marco reasoned. “It’s California everything flies out here.” Keigo snorted on a laugh. “It’s completely baka, foolish, and I don’t see how anyone believe that psychics are real.” “Oh really? Then why are you allowing her to cook for you? She is going to be yours for thirty days, right? I suppose you can find out first hand if it’s real or fodder,” Marco teased. “I only agreed because putting her in jail would only bring bad publicity for us,” Keigo protested. “What do you mean by that?” Keigo simply arched an eyebrow that dared him to deny it, “Meaning, she has a following of her own. She listed all over the Internet. First, it seems she was a part of a team along side her mother. They took the act on the road with a traveling carnival and now she has her own online cooking show and business. So with her being somewhat of a local celebrity I didn’t want to be know as the judge who threw her butt in jail.” “You’ve always been a softy disguised as an ass,” Marco said playfully. “I think this lady is just what you need. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen the old you. I’ve missed him and if this woman can breathe life back into you, I’m already one of her biggest fans.” Keigo had reached his limit. “Marco--” Marco’s cell phone vibrated at his waist and he held up a finger. “Hold that thought, Bro, let me take this call.”

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Shiree McCarver Damn, why did Marco have to be so blunt about everything. He was annoyed at hearing it, but it was the truth. For one brief and crazy moment he was able to laugh without feeling guilt for it. He’d been angry and depressed so long, he completely forgot how exhilarating it could be sharing carefree witty banter with a woman. A smile came to his lips. “She never did put on those damned shoes. That’s all I need the stupid woman catching pneumonia and blaming me for locking her up.” Marco clicked his phone shut. “What was that?” Keigo blinked. “Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking aloud.” “I would stay and chat a bit longer, but I need to go wrap up some stuff before I can call it a night. “Are we still meeting up at Bent Arrow next week?” “Same as every year,” Keigo nodded. “Etta coming with you?” “You say her name as if you’ve known her for years,” Keigo snapped. His eyes locked with Marco. “Tell me why would I be bringing, Miss Jones to Bent Arrow with me?” Marco shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe because we don’t have a cook this year, and now you have one in your possession for thirty days. Seems to me that the angels are smiling down on you, Bud and answered your prayers.” “I don’t think I can handle being around that crazy woman in such close proximity for a month. Her stopping buy to drop something off or a few hours each day is one thing. This is something completely different.” “It’s not like you have to share a cabin with her. I can bunk in with you and she can bunk in with Nan,” Marco suggested. Keigo gave him a sly grin. “Won’t that throw a wrench in you and Nan’s plans?” “Man, don’t even pretend like you already don’t know, I’ve been spending the last month in my own bed, alone! Talking about a fickle ass woman. She’s always finding ways to push my button. One day the relationship is on and hot as hell the next I’m sleeping in an icebox. Currently, my dick is on ice.” Marco scowled. “Don’t try to change the subject. Etta is our best bet. I know for a fact Nan has called at least fifteen people. Every one is either booked, or too cheap to volunteer their services,” Marco shook his head. “Seems to me your time is running out.” Keigo arched a brow at his old friend. “I rather pay some one.” Marco sighed. “Very well, but if you aren’t going to be here you might as well cut her loose and forget the entire thing.” “Let her off, without any reprimand? You must be kidding,” Keigo snorted. “Heaven forbid what if she ends up in my court again some day? She will think she could pull more nonsense.”

The Flavor of Love “Mmm, sounds like there is only one thing for you to do, because we know how small the odds are that she would make a second appearance on your show.” Keigo saw the humor in Marco’s eyes and bit down on the back of his teeth. “Don’t you have something you should be doing?” “I do, but this is more interesting.” I’ve been meaning to ask you if you arranged for me to have this case on my show because you knew about her reputation of being a handful?” “Hey, I read something to that effect, but you can’t always believe what you read,” Marco admitted. “She seemed to be reasonable in the interview. Besides, I didn’t go seeking out the case. I don’t even get to choose, that’s all on the producers. That Lewin Lady went through the website and emailed her complaint and information to the show.

Stay started to pas it up until they saw that the complaint was against a

psychic chef. They decided it should be a hoot. They were on the money with this one.” “So none of today was staged?” “Hell no, that’s why I enjoyed it.” Marco laughed. “You two were smoking hot. Almost sizzled my handheld monitor. Boy, I can’t wait to do the edits. You have to see some of the facial expressions you were making! Priceless! I--” “Marco! Didn't you say you had something to do? Get out of my office, I have things to take care of before I knock off.” “Is taking care of Etta, on that list, Bro,” Marco snickered. “I'm serious. If you haven't considered how you're going to make her serve her thirty days, invite her to cook for us at Bent Arrow. Nan and I will graciously help out in the kitchen as usual, but you know are skills are limited and we have a full house this year.” “Why can’t you let this go?” Keigo shook his head, his broad brow creased in a frown. “You’re sure you don’t won’t Miss Jones to join us so you can make a move on her?” Marco got a mischievous gleam in his eyes before adding, “Would it bother you if I did?” “Marco, get out.” Keigo practically growled out the words. His hand massaged his stomach. “Okay I will see you up at Bent Arrow, Bro. You sure you don’t want me to swing by and pick you up?” “I’m sure. Once I find the cook, I will see if they can drive the terrain vehicle and if not, then I will just hire us a driver.” Marco’s animated face grew somber. “You, know Keigo. It’s going on four years. If you won’t even try, you’re never going to overcome your fears.” “Save this discussion for another day, Marco. I’m just not up to discussing it now, okay?” “Deal, if you invite Etta to Bent Arrow, I will never speak on it again,” Marco challenged. A grin stole back to his lips. 25

Shiree McCarver “Out, damn it, and let me work in peace!” “All right, Bro, I’ll ease up on ya,” Marco smirked and shook his head. “I’ll call you later.” “Please, don’t. At least not this evening.” Keigo stifled a yawn. “I just want to go home take something for my stomach and sleep for the next twenty-four hours.” “Tomorrow then, have a goodnight and think over all I’ve said. Etta will fit in perfectly and I think the kids will love her.” Keigo glared at Marco until he conceded by throwing up his hands and backing out of the room with a snigger. Invite Etta to Bent Arrow? What was Marco thinking? He barely agreed to her silly offer in the first place, now his best friend wanted him to welcome her into his personal space. Still, he was a man of his word. They agreed on thirty days of her services. He wasn’t sure of what that entailed, but Marco was right he was going to be in the mountains for a month and he needed to find a chef for the camp kitchen. He wouldn’t be able to open the camp until he met all the requirements before the students arrived. With a soft curse Keigo picked up the telephone and dialed security. “Hey Phil, Judge Kyou here. You can bring Miss Jones to my chambers now. Make sure she brings along all her personal. Has she quiet down some? Really?” Keigo released a heavy sigh. “She’s probably saving her energy for round two with me.” He rolled his eyes heavenward as he listen to Phil sing her praises, his booming voice heavy with humor. It seemed Etta had managed to gain yet, another fan in him. “You don’t have to stay. Go home and get to bed early, you have that drive tomorrow. Just show her the way and tell her to let herself in.” “Thank you, Phil. I don’t know how we would do the show without you. I will see you at Bent Arrow. No, I can’t get away right now. I still have some issues to deal with before we can open for inspection. “ He listened to Phil. “No, that won’t be necessary.” Keigo rubbed his temple and stifled a yawn. “I’ll find a way up there, even if I have to hire a driver to drop me off. I might need to catch a ride back with you, though. I’m sure. Go on up and get things started tomorrow as planned. Marco and Nan will join you and I will be up by the end of next week. Thanks again, and drive safely.” He replaced the phone back on the cradle. Walking over to the bar, he removed a cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge took several deep swigs. Thoughtfully his gaze wandered about the downtown San Francisco view. He’d always loved living in the city, but it wasn’t as appealing as it used to be when he had someone to share it with. It wasn’t as if the pickings were slim. On the contrary, they had become various and broad since his face became well known through the show. Keigo through the empty plastic bottle in the recycle bin and made his way back to his desk. Leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed.

The Flavor of Love *** “He’s waiting for you, just go through that door.” “Thanks for everything, my brother, Phil. I promise to keep it a secret that you let me camp out in the security office while he had this time chill,” Etta grinned and winked at the burly older black man.” “Just cut him a break, Judge Kyou is cool,” Phil advised. “He’s just low key and over the past few years been through a lot. But he is a key player on making sure today’s youth stay on track. He’s known for giving people a second chance, so go in there, be straight and don’t be to hard on him.” “I tried to be easy on him in the courtroom, but he makes it too easy to agitate him,” she chuckled. Phil laughed in a hushed tone. “You’re right, but ease up on the man, especially when is ulcer is acting up. Keep your shoes on,” he advised. “If Judge K, calls me back up here to take you back down, I won’t have any choice but to lock you up Etta and I’m sure none of us want to see you in jail for real.” “I’m sure your Judge K. would,” she murmured sarcastically. “Actually, he wouldn’t,” Phil debated. “I’ve known him for about five years and I haven’t witnessed and unfair bone in his body. Etta, give him a chance. You might find that the both of you have a lot in common.” “I wouldn’t go that far,” Etta argued. “I’ve been through heartaches I wouldn’t wish on even Tanesha Lewin,” she chuckled. Her features grew more serious as she said, “Nevertheless, you’re right. I was angry because my reputation was being brought into question, but now I know I shouldn’t have taken my anger at Tanesha out on the Judge.” “The man is just doing his job and he is a honest man. Trust him to do the right thing, Etta.” “The right thing would be to let me go home with just a warning,” she snorted looking at her sandalclad feet. “You really don’t think your actions today require some form of penalty?” She looked up to see Phil’s staring at her in question. “No,” she shook her head sheepishly. “I deserve whatever he deems necessary, but don’t mean I have to like it.” Phil laughed softly. “I need to get going. Don’t forget to tell your Mother I will be calling her when I get back in town. Maybe we can catch up on those old school days. I was so sorry to hear about your father passing away several years back. We all were pretty close as children, but lost touch after my parents moved out of the old neighborhood. I did get an invitation to the wedding, but I didn’t feel right about going.” “Why not?” A sad grin came to his full mouth. “Another story for another time. Don’t keep the judge waiting much longer. He’s usually out of here ten minutes after he retires to his chambers.” 27

Shiree McCarver “Great,” she moaned. “Something else he can blame me for. Take care Phil, and have fun at the camp you’re heading to.” Etta waved farewell and turned to look at the closed door before her. Squaring her shoulders she realized it was time to pay the piper. Did she want to deal with this right now? Of course not, Keigo Kyou, was an obstinate stick in the mud for having her bullied out of the courtroom. In spite of what Phil says about the man, she felt he really wanted her locked up at the time he ordered it. Yet, he didn’t want her handcuffed. What was that about? She would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious to know more about this man. She hasn’t had a man to peak her interest since Neil, and even though three years has past, she felt guilty for feeling anything for any man that wasn’t Neil. Her mother and brother assured her, that he would want her to find love again, and have the home and children she’d always dreamed of. But how could she when she only wanted those things because of him. Etta closed her eyes and recalled Neil’s face. With each passing year it was getting harder to visualize his smile as clearly as she had for the first year after his death when her memories of him nearly drove her insane with grief. The familiar pain weighed heavily in her chest and she rubbed the place above her heart. Her eyes reopened and a soft closed lipped smile played around her lips. Keigo had a nice smile, when he wasn’t being an ogre. The few times he unconsciously smiled at her, she felt warmness spread in the pit of her stomach. She thought he had the kind of smile that reached and crinkled at the corner of his midnight colored eyes. Several times she desired to reach out and hug him. Especially, when his hands would snake down behind the bench to knead at his nagging stomach or the times when his unconscious grins would melt into heart wrenching sadness. A moment so briefly exposed, one would believe they were mistaken at seeing it. Was the sadness the reason Phil said they had something in common? Had Keigo lost someone he loved? With a resigned sigh Etta knew what she had to do. Her Momma didn't raise her to disrespect the judicial system, even though working with the carnival during her childhood had pushed the envelope a few times. Oh boy, if she were years younger, her mother would have busted her bottom for her behavior today. In a few weeks not only would her mother hear about it, the entire viewing area would see it. She wouldn’t be surprised if the network didn’t drop footage of the upcoming episode on You Tube, to build the hype. Tonight she would post and apology letter to her Internet following on her website before everything got blown out of proportion. She didn’t want her fans to think she felt she was above the law and following rules because of her somewhat celebrity status.

The Flavor of Love With that in mind Etta knew time for all silliness was over. She was no longer dealing with Tanesha who didn't have a legit complaint against her. She was now dealing with a judge that could put a dent in her checking account, increase her time, and order her to serve some jail time to boot. If she play her card right and kept her mouth shut, she might could leave out of here tonight with some form of community service. She doubted Judge Handsome would feel the need to uphold their initial agreement after kicking her out of his courtroom. She could start by thinking of him as Judge Kyou. Taking one more deep breath and blowing it out slowly Etta placed her hand on the cracked open door and eased it open further so that she could peek inside before entering the dragon’s lair. The one thing she hadn’t expected to find was a sleeping dragon. She imagined he would be sitting behind his desk with steam shooting from his ears and his gavel posed to strike her over the head with it. Etta quietly stepped inside and eased the door close behind her. Her feet brought her closer and her eyes feasted on the sleeping man. With eyes close and features softened like this, he really was more then handsome. He was adorable. His dark lashes girlishly long, cast shadows over high cheekbones. His lips were firm and sensual while the set of his chin hinted at stubbornness she’d already had a taste of. She wondered how old was he exactly? She surmised he couldn’t be no more then thirty-five, or he could be, because she was never good at guessing anyone’s age. However she could predict what a person ate for breakfast. For instant the Judge here had poached eggs, cantaloupe, and dry toast with hot tea instead of coffee. Boring. Which lead her to wondering about the double chili hot dog she could see him indulging in her mind’s eye for lunch. No reason his stomach was acting up. Etta continued to study his face. Why would a man have such a bland healthy breakfast and ruin it with a heavy spicy fat driven lunch? Her mouth twisted wryly. It could mean someone else was ensuring he ate healthy at home. A wife? Girlfriend? Housekeeper? If so, why would he agree to her offer to cook for him? Wouldn't she be stepping on some other woman toes? Well in fairness to feminist movement, it didn't have to have been a woman. It could be a male housekeeper, or a male lover. Etta blanched at the thought. It suit her needs to think that it could the person that cooked for him in the mornings was his sweet aging mother that he took care of. Whoever it was, she wondered if they knew he ate junk food on the sly or that he had a wicked sweet tooth? She covered her mouth with her fingers to prevent the laugh from spilling forth and disturbing him. She wondered if she should go back out and knock. If he catches her watching him while he slept, he’d probably tack on another day to her sentence. Instead of walking away she moved closer, her eyes on his full bottom lips. He had lips that made a woman think about long hours of just kissing alone. Etta leaned closer. She could feel the steady warm breath from his regal nose against her face. She was near enough that her eyes

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Shiree McCarver crossed and fluttered close. “Damn, why you have to be so freaking adorable?” she complained in hushed tones. “Miss Jones, please tell me you’re not about to do what I think you’re about to do?” Keigo voice pulled her from her stupor. Her long lashes swept open in surprise. Once again her eyes crossed before clashing and settling eye to eye with him. “Err…ohm, you ordered me to come here didn’t ya?” “Yes, I did.” His deep voice rumbled in the tingling pit of her stomach. “What I want to know is, why are you leaning over me, like--” “Like what?” Her voice grew louder. “Like, you were about to kiss me.” “Huh?” Etta gawked and stood straight, looking down at his upturned face. She took an unsteady step back. “Why on earth would I be wanting to kiss you?” She giggled nervously, the warmth blossoming in her cheeks she figured gave her away, but she was keeping mum. What would she say if she confirmed his suspicion? “Yes, I was about to kiss you, but I have no idea why.” Yeah, right! A thoughtful smile played at the corners of his mouth. “If not to kiss me, tell me then, why were you leaning over me?” “I was just looking to make sure you were still breathing.” She shrugged her shoulders looking over his head so as not to lie to his face. “Hmm, I see,” he grunted and sat up in his chair adjusting the collar on his white shirt. “Wishing me dead are you? Well, no such luck Miss Jones, I’m afraid I’m still here to make sure you serve your time for disturbing my courtroom today.” Etta’s armed crossed over her breasts in a haughty stance. “I’m sure you spent your time planning something dreadful. I should have known I couldn’t depend on you to keep your word.” “Excuse me?” His glaring stare was incredulous. “You have the audacity to call my honor into question. You were the one who struck the bargain and proceeded to disrupt my proceedings. What will you have me do, Miss Jones? If I allowed everyone to behave the way you did today in my courtroom and walk away from it, I would lose credibility.” Etta released a long sigh. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” “Huh?” His head jerked back as if she struck him. “Did I hear a sincere apology and did you just agree with me?” Etta chuckled. “Don’t look at me that way, when I’m wrong, I’m wrong and I don’t mind owning up to it.” “Then, I will accept your apology,” he returned her smile.

The Flavor of Love She tried to taper the dizzying current racing through her. He was so disturbing to her in every way and she wasn’t sure she was ready to go down this road again. Attraction was one thing, but to allow herself to ever love again was another. She wasn’t sure she knew how to trust in love again. “So tell me, Judge Kyou.” His grin turned to soft laughter. “I must still be asleep.” “Excuse me?” Her head tilted in question. “You're being amicable, and you just called my by my name,” he pointed out. Slowly, and seductively her glance slid downward. He had a beautiful smile. She looked up to find his gaze riveted on her face, and then moved over her body slowly as if he was mentally peeling away her clothing. She wondered if the tell tale hardening of her dark nipples beneath her white blouse were noticeable. Neither spoke aloud about the awareness that was developing between them. She watched Keigo as he pushed himself up from his desk.

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Shiree McCarver CHAPTER 3 Keigo turned his back towards her moving over to the aquarium on a stand beside the window. Lifting the little shaker of fish food from beside the tank he sprinkled in some flakes to the koi fish. A reflective smile came to his lips. Why did he feel anxious? A light frown creased his brow. Another few minutes passed in silence with him watching the fish rudely crowding each other to pluck the food flakes from the surface of the water. Why was she being so quiet? He was amazed by her change of behavior. Since meeting her, he hadn't heard her be quiet for such a long period, and it made him suspicious. Was she hoping he would let this matter go altogether?

If so, she

was not going to be happy about his plans for her. After thinking over the discussion he had with Marco, he realized having a chef at his disposal was the answer to his current problems. Turning to stare at her Keigo got a nice view of her bottom. She was running her fingers beneath the leather straps of her sandals. A tender smile came to his lips. She really does hate wearing shoes. He shook his head and savored her upturned backside. Nice. Stupidly he wondered if she had an aversion to underwear, along with her dislike of wearing shoes. From the outline of dark nipples, he saw a few moments ago, he was sure she seemed to have and dislike of bras. Keigo started fantasizing her walking about the house completely void of all clothing. Damn. Why was he accessing her this way? What she wore or did not wear had no bearings on what he was about to propose. His interest was strictly in a professional capacity. She wasn't his type. His type was serious minded big breasts red heads, like his wife. Keigo had to silently admit, there was no denying Etta Jones had a nice ass. His thoughts turned once more to the woman bent before him. He followed the outline of her skirt dipping between two full butt cheeks wondering did she avoid underwear too or was she wearing one of those lacy thongs nestled between like dental floss? How could she be blessed so perfectly in the booty department, yet was nearly void in the breast department? “Are you finished?” Etta voiced, craning her next to catch him checking her out. Her lips twisted in a wry smile. Keigo turned scratching a non-existing itch on the side of his nose. “I…I…” His face flushed red. What the hell were they talking about anyway? She crossed her arms in front of her. Lifting arched eyebrows at him in question, “So what’s it going to be? Have you changed you mind about my cooking for you? Do you plan on making me serve my thirty days in jail?”

The Flavor of Love Keigo continued to stare into her face without answering until she shrugged her shoulders, looked away and continued. “I’m asking because I don’t want to rot in a jail cell that some pain in the ass judge threw me in for exerting my rights ” He chuckled. This was the mouthy Miss Jones he had grown accustom too. He noticed how she shifted from foot to foot. Seeing her long toes tense and release, he could imagine her pondering over the idea of shedding her shoes once again. “Won’t you have a seat, Miss Jones?” His eyes return to her face and held. Etta eyeing him suspiciously asked, “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She asked him moving a slender hand to her face wiping at something that wasn’t there.

“Is there something on my face or

something nasty on your mind?” “What? Nasty? No there isn’t anything nasty on your face. Why would it be?” Confused he supplied, “I wasn’t staring, I was thinking about what I’m about to ask you. I was wondering if what I’m about to suggest to you was a suitable penalty.” “Well, if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, then I would say, don’t even think about it. No sir! I’m not that type of woman and it isn’t happening!” His eyes widened in surprise at her outburst. Etta’s face had become flushed and her nostrils flared with anger. He replayed their conversation in his mind to figure out what he said to upset her. It took Keigo another moment to realize the dense woman thought he was talking about, sex. Did she actually think he was the type that would use his power to bargain for sexual favors? She must have a terribly low opinion of his character. Keigo cleared his throat loudly. He contemplated bringing this meeting to a close and calling security to hall her back downstairs to lockup. That was all his reputation needed was a sexual harassment suit. “Don't flatter yourself.” He voiced his irritation. “Why would I want to sleep with you?” Keigo scolded himself silently for sounding too harsh. He didn't mean it, but he didn't want her to feel she had needs for concern. His intentions were honorable. “Oh please, Man. who wouldn’t want to sleep with this?” She cocked her head to the side in question and swept her arms wide. “Look at me. I’m sexy and pleasant. I can make you a dessert so delicious it would make you want to slap your momma, and I let’s not forget this to die for smile.” She gave him a dazzling deep dimple smile as if to prove her point. “See.” Keigo felt a strange flip-flop sensation in his stomach and he didn’t think it was the ulcer. Yes, he could see every delicious detail of Etta. There was no denying she had a heart-melting smile. He would even agree she was sexy in her own way. Pleasant? That remained to be seen, and as for her cooking a

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Shiree McCarver dessert that would make him slap his mother? Not in this lifetime. The one thing she didn’t mention was her uncanny ability to drive a sane man crazy. “Miss Jones,” He rubbed his hand over his stomach. “As enlightening as this is--” “No reason to go into one of your long speeches,” she interrupted holding up her hands and dropping them to her sides. “I’m just joking, so get your judicial robes out of your crack,” she winked. “Get my…what?” She rolled her eyes heavenward and shook her head at him. “Are you always so damned serious about everything?” “I don’t believe I use to be until…” He halted his confession. Catching himself Keigo suggested, “Maybe we should get down to business. It’s been a long day.” “Yeah, we might as well get it over with,” she mumbled dropping into the seat in front of the desk. “Okay, I'm sitting, so let's hear the verdict.” “Miss Jones, so as there are no more misunderstandings between us, let me say that I can assure you on my oath as an upholder of the law, I am not making you any indecent proposals--” “Damn, that’s too bad.” She met his grimness with a bemused smile on her lips. Keigo decided to ignore the wittiness and continued, “What I am offering you is the opportunity to spend your thirty days doing community service. You are welcome to refuse of course.” “What happens if I refuse?” “You will go back down to lockup to serve the duration of your time.” “Don’t sound like I have much of a choice but to take what’s behind door number one,” Etta muttered, her chin set in a stubborn line. “So Scotty, tell me, what have I won?” “Who’s Scotty?” He asked. Etta gave him a scathing look. “Oh, I see. Another joke.” “If whatever you have in mind means I’m going to be spending more time in your company maybe I should go ahead and accept time in a jail cell. You’re lack of humor is killing me, Judge Handsome,” she snorted on a laugh. “I told Marco, this wouldn’t work,” Keigo, grumbled reaching for his desk phone, he lifted it off the cradle. “Let’s say we forget the it and you go back to lockup.” “Hold up!” She leaned forward at the waist to place one of her hands on top of his. Keigo found her touch soft and warm. He grew still. His breath felt as if it blocked the back of his throat, making his breathing labored. It had been a long time since he had felt the gentle soothing touch of a woman. He released the phone and looked at her hand resting on top of his. There was a marked contrast between their skin tones, along with texture and size. Keigo found her hand beautiful. Her fingers were

The Flavor of Love long with short clean clipped nails. Her hand appeared small, delicate, and yielding in comparison to his large one with its standing veins and blunt tips. Keigo leaned forward drawn to her scent. Etta smelled of coconuts and coco butter. It reminded him of tanning oil and the tropics. He liked it. To be honest with himself, he liked her, from the brown sugar darkness of her skin to the sweet playful teasing and impetuous bluntness of her voice. Everything about her made him want to know more about whom she was, what was her desires? Being this close to her made him realized how lonely he'd become. His jaw clenched, causing the muscle to quiver in his jaw. He didn't want to consider Etta as he would a potential lover. It only complicated matters. In this situation he needed to keep in mind that she was, Miss Jones, the barefoot loudmouth woman that interrupted his courtroom repeatedly. She was only here because she had to be, not because she wanted to be. Keigo withdrew his hand and his eyes closed involuntarily as he remembered the last time he felt this way about someone. Look where that got him, a lifetime of sadness. “Don’t call security,” her voice was resigned. “I promise to listen to what you have to say and take it in serious consideration. I can see you genuinely are trying to work with me here.” When she withdrew her touch, Keigo missed it. Etta nervously scratched at her head she dropped her eyes. Was that embarrassment he saw on her face? “First let me tell you a little about my credentials. If possible I would like my community services to be something in my chosen field. I know how sometimes you choose cleaning the highways and stuff. I tell you this because, I want you to know that I’m not just some psychic who can cook.” “You can read minds too?” His tone was unapologetic. “You want to hear this or not?” Etta smacked her lips together. “You may proceed,” he uttered with a smile. “As I was saying.” She clucked her tongue at him. “My ability to know what a person wants to eat before he or she does is a bonus, yet it doesn’t look practical on paper. In spite of what you may think of me, I do have an impressive resume, Judge Tall, Asian, and Cynical.” He captured her eyes with his in silent warning. His patients had become thin hours ago now she was testing his endurance. “I have certifications from some of the top culinary school in and out of America,” she boasted proudly. “I’ve spent two years as an apprentice for one of Paris’s best pastry chefs. You can add it to my psychic ability to make a meal a satisfying emotional experience for the consumer. When it comes to foods I’m very good at what I do.”

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The Flavor of Love “Those are feelings we never forget, Keigo,” Etta voiced softly. “Nor the foods that we eat during those emotional times.” He looked up and his heart lurched and his body vibrated as she said his name. At the base of her throat a pulse beat, and it matched his. “I think I understand,” he managed to say. His voice seemed very deep and emotional to his own ears. She continued, “Usually, a mother has natural instincts to sense what her child want. It starts while in the wound. A mother suddenly has weird cravings, so instinctively she knows what would stop the cravings--” “I disagree.” Keigo interrupted. “Try, try and try again has been my experience,” He shrugged his shoulders with a smug grin on his lips. “Experience?” She paused. “I didn’t realize you had children. How many do you and your wife have?” She was fishing and it was obvious but Keigo didn’t have the energy to go that deep into his personal life with this virtual stranger. Instead he said, “My going into intimate details of my private life has no relevance to our current conversation.” “You’re right,” Etta mumbled. He watched the tip of her pink tongue as she licked her lips, her soft brown eyes flickering down at her hands in her lap. “I was just trying to the mental bond between mother and child as a means of proving that we all have psychic abilities. You just have to know how to build upon it.” “I’m sure if one was a believer it would help,” he stated adding, “I think, when it comes to my mother knowing what to fix for me, it’s because I always asked for the same thing ever time I visited home from college. Trust me, there is nothing supernatural about it.” “You really are making this harder then it has to be,” Etta rolled her eyes. She twisted her head from side to side before rolling her shoulders as if she was trying to ease the kinks out. “Are you getting ready to put a hex on me?” Keigo teasingly asked. “Oh please, now you’re getting ridiculous,” she clucked her tongue at him. “I’m not a freakin’ witch! And you better be thankful because if I were, I’d turned you, the frog, into a prince!” she countered. “Ouch!” He flinched. “ Please, tell me how you really feel.” “Come on and get serious for a moment. I won’t you to tell me about this curry dish your mother makes for you.” “I have no idea what all my mother puts in it excepts for the basics, such as, potatoes, carrots, onion, fried chicken cutlet with a curry sauce on top of sticky rice. All I know is I can’t get enough of it.” Keigo laughed softly.

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Shiree McCarver “Personally, I'm more familiar with making Indian curry dishes, but I’ve heard of Japanese curry, but there are many versions.” “True, there are many ways of making the curry roux in my family, and if you agree to my offer, I will arrange a meeting between you and my mother so you can try it and I’m sure if you smile at her she will share the family recipe.” Etta’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Is this your way of saying you would like to introduce me to your mother?” “What?” He harrumphed. “ I wasn’t saying that at all, I just thought... “Thought what, that one I meet her, I would want to be a part of the family?” Her grin widened. “Hey, why do you always have to put words into my mouth? I was just trying--” “Oh, put a sock in it,” Etta interrupted with a wave. “No reason to get fidgety. It’s not like I’m foolish enough to believe we would date, much less meet each other’s family.

I can’t even imagine being

introduced to your mother as your girlfriend.” “You can’t?” He scowled suddenly feeling agitated. He crossed his arms over his chest and asked, “Why not?” Her eyes widened. “I…I don’t know. I just don’t think we fit that way.” “Really?” His black eyebrows lifted a fraction. It was her turn to fidget in her chair. “Why not? What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing is wrong with you! Man, I'm not saying anything is wrong with you. It's just everything seems to be a business transaction with you, and I'm not down like that,” Etta explained. “I'm more carefree, and when it comes to my personal life, I don't plan anything. Not anymore. I think if you plan for the future, you’re jinxing the outcome. If whatever happens, it happens, you know what I mean?” “That’s absurd,” Keigo scoffed. “Why leave things to chance when you can make preparations. Has it occurred to you that the jinx occurs because things weren’t planned appropriately?

It’s hard to secure a

future with such haphazard thinking.” “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about!” Etta let him have it back with both barrels of volume. “We can’t even agree to disagree! Which proves my point we wouldn’t fit.” “There is nothing wrong with a couple arguing at times and there is nothing wrong with and imperfect fit when it comes to relationships,” he continued to argue. “Please! Relationships are hard in general, so it stands to reason that a common ground would make things go more smoothly, like a well oiled machine,” she countered with a slight smile of defiance. They both froze in a stunned picture. What was wrong with this picture? Keigo went over the argument in his mind. Satisfaction pursed his lips. He threw back his head and laughed.

The Flavor of Love She sat there, blank, amazed and tongue-tied. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me,” he blew out a deep breath. It felt good to laugh like this again. “Do you realize what just happened?” Etta voice rose in surprise. “God help me, I finally pushed you too far and you’ve completely flipped over the edge. I’m definitely going to be put under the jail for sure.” “No, maddening woman,” Keigo commented. He wondered why she only understood what she wanted to understand? “You claim that we don’t fit, but we just change sides in mid argument.” “I don’t get it,” she huffed. “What’ your point?” “Etta, I became the idealist and you became the realist.” “No way,” she waved her hand as if swatting at flies. “There isn’t an idealist bone in your fine body.” She likes my body? Keigo’s grin grew wider. “Oh way,” she released a girlish giggle reached out and hit his hand before placing her fingers over her mouth. Her expressive eyes grew wider and he realized she finally got what he was trying to say. “Oh, my God. You are so right. How did that happen?” “I was a lawyer before I became a Judge,” he stated as if it excused everything. “What does that have to do with what we were discussing?” “It’s a habit for me to argue the opposing views. To many years of going from debates to courtrooms, I suppose.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what your excuse was.” “Me?” Etta winked at him. “I have no excuse I just like being right.” They laughed in unison, the earlier disagreeable tension evaporating out of the room and replaced with a more intimate tension that comes with the joy of being in the company of someone you find attractive. “Keigo, “ she said his name once again and he realized he had called her Etta earlier and wondered when that had happened. When did she stop being Miss Jones, and simply became Etta to him? It probably was when she said she, “if she was a witch she would turn him from a frog into a prince.” How endearing could one woman be? It was refreshing to meet someone so easy to say what’s she thinking. He didn’t feel the need to be anything other then himself with her. His old self, before his world turned upside down. “Yes? Did you want to ask me something?” He decided to get another bottle of water. “Would you like something to drink?” “You have alcohol in here?” “No.” “Too bad,” she muttered. “I’ll have what ever you’re having.” “Bottled water, it is.” 39

Shiree McCarver She turned in her chair as he walked to the mini fridge. He could feel her eyes on his back. “What I wanted to ask was. You said you were a lawyer, before you became a Judge. Was being a District Court Judge always something you wanted to become?” “District Court Judge, no.” Keigo offered her the bottle water and she accepted. Standing in front of her he half stood half sat on the edge of the desktop. He twisted off the cap and took a sip before continuing. “I had loftier dreams. I was going all the way to the Supreme Court. I was striving for my goal, doing everything necessary to continue an impressive resume. Until, a few years ago I was a member of the Superior Court and for personal reasons, I thought it was best to change over to District Court, and from there to being televised. Now, I’m just another one of the television Judges that they do comedy skits about on late night television.” He held up his bottled water and cheered, “Kampai! Cheers!” He tapped his bottle against hers. “Look how far the mighty have fallen!” Keigo tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but from the sympathetic look on Etta’s face, he wasn’t being successful.” “It sounds like you miss overseeing the more major crime cases. I suspect listening to petty squabble cases are boring in comparison,” she said matter-of- factly. “Yes, but it’s for the best,” his voice broke with huskiness. He cleared his throat of the lump that had lodged there during his reflection of dreams lost. He had quite a few of them. “Best for whom?” She asked softly. “I mean, when you chose your profession, I'm sure you chose Superior Court Judge because it the thought of it thrilled you. What changed?” “I suppose…I changed,” Keigo said blandly. “How so?” He shrugged his shoulders. Keigo didn’t know why he suddenly felt chatty with Etta, but it felt good to speak about his lost dreams to someone who didn’t have a vested interest in the outcome of his life. With that in mind, he forged ahead. “When I started out, I really only had myself to consider. Of course my parent’s opinions were important to me and I was so fortunate that they weren’t so tied to the old Japanese ways that they didn’t leave room for me to have my own dreams. My father was an accountant and he was disappointed that I wasn’t going to follow in his footsteps.” “Did he get past it?” “Yes,” he nodded and took another drink from the water bottle. “He told me the only reason he didn’t object to my choice is because I chose a profession that could make positive changes in the world and he was proud to have a son that upheld the laws in a country he had come to call his home.”

The Flavor of Love “You accomplishments are his accomplishments,” Etta replied.

Her voice was tender, almost a

murmur. “I would be proud of you too. I’m certain he still is proud of you, regardless of the turn your path has taken.” He stared, complete surprise on his face. She understood. New and unexpected warmth surged through him. “It wasn’t a decision I made likely but I had risk all for the dream. I was so selfish, that I never considered the potential dangers that came with these dreams, until it was too late…” his voice trailed off into silence. Guilt pressed hard in his chest. “Late how?” Her lips puckered with annoyance. “You’re still a young man. It’s never too late to pursue a dream. In your case, it would be a continuation, you’re just taking a break because you’re still in the same field.” “Aren’t you the same woman that told me I didn’t have the stomach for this business?” “Yeah, I was talking about he television business,” she said. “It’s obvious, you don’t care that much for it, because you don’t know how to play your best side up to the cameras. A day like this would be a Reality TV whore’s dream. Instead of thinking how great your ratings would be you were thinking what a pain in the ass I was being.” Keigo shook himself. “Speaking of, that brings us full circle to why you’re here in my chambers.” Etta moaned and took a drink of water. She pulled the bottle away from her lips. “You would think by now I would learn to leave well enough alone.” “No, don’t think of it that way,” Keigo declared. “I’m hoping now that we’ve had the chance to get to know each other a little better you will consider my offer.” “You never told me what the offer was,” she reminded. “I’ve been trying for the past hour.” “I suppose we should get on with it.” Etta moaned placing a hand over her stomach. “Hey, are you hungry? I’m so hungry I can feel this cold water making its way down. How about I cook for you tonight and you can tell me what you have in mind.” “How about we discuss this, come to some sort of agreement and if you’re still speaking to me or not locked up down stares we can discuss dinner.” “Always the party pooper,” she pouted. “If it will speed up this process, then, Okay I agree to whatever.” “How can you agree to something you haven’t heard yet?” He stared. “Easy.” Joy bubbled in her laugh and brightened up her eyes. “Over here I have the alternative and over here I have thirty days in jail. Well, I thought I made it clear from the beginning I have no intentions of going to jail, so yes to the alternative.” 41

Shiree McCarver Keigo suppressed a grin watching her kick off her shoes. She drew her knees up towards her breast the voluminous skirt completely covered her bare feet. Folded in the chair she nursed the nearly empty bottle in one hand swinging it back and forth. “The alternative is a month at Bent Arrow Camp. You will be in charge of handling the kitchen. We get three squares a day with desserts, anything else you decide to kick in will be up to you throughout the day.” “Won’t your regular chef mind?” “Not this year,” Keigo stated. “His wife is overdue and they plan on inducing labor the week he was set to come up.” “I get to do all the shopping and I don’t do can goods.” “To late for you to create a garden and I the nearest market is about an hours drive,” Keigo supplied. “Can good’s will keep better, fresh goods spoil and that’s wasted food.” “Not in my kitchen,” she pursed her full lips in deep thought. “Since we have to get what we need before we leave anyway, then let me do the shopping. I have connections to organic vegetables at a steal. We get what we need from here and I will can my own goods, the old fashion way with natural preservatives. Do you have a freezers?” “Huge walk in sub-zero.” “Perfect. I can do some vegetable mixes and soup stocks that will keep in the freezer. I also have homemade preserves and apple butter in my pantry. We can get a leg of smoked ham and hang it, that way it will last all month and because it’s cured, it will keep well.

Any vegetarians, allergies, special diets I

need to know about?” “Slow down,” Keigo smiled. “I can see your wheels turning. I will make sure Nan get all that information ready for you and an open expense credit card so that you can get what you need. Once, you have it all together, just let us know we have refrigerator truck that will take everything up.” “Wow, I can’t wait.” Etta’s face glowed with excitement. “It will be like the old days traveling with the carnival. Being in the outdoors. Definitely, have to throw barbecues. Oh…oh! Maybe every Saturday we can have a bonfire and do smores. It’s okay to build a fire isn’t it?” “Private property and I have a bricked in place for the fire to help keep it contained.” He frowned shoving his hands in his front pocket. “I don’t think you will be able to do it every Saturday. It’s rainy season, the showers can be quick, hard, and unexpected and in certain areas flooding and mud slides. We find it’s safer if we don’t allow anyone to go outside certain parameters if there is a weather report of potential flash showers.” “No worries, I will make sure I always have a backup plan.”

The Flavor of Love Keigo enjoyed watching this side of her. For someone who went with the flow of things, when it came to her kitchen, she seemed to do a lot of planning. Seeing Etta like this was like meeting a new person. Even her expression changed taking on a serious engrossed appearance. He silently admitted he found her thought process extremely sexy. “I’m glad you’re on board,” he voiced. “I can’t think of anyone better suited.” “Aw, that’s so sweet,” she crooned. “You need me, don’t you?” “Huh?” He blinked once. Twice. He noted her smug smile and decided to knock her down a peg or two. How easy it was for her to forget why she was going. “I suppose I should have said, I couldn’t think of anyone better suited at such short notice, and free of charge,” he revised his statement. Etta moaned and said, “The frog is back. Ribbit…ribbit.” “Then why are you the one making the frog noises,” he pointed out. “Because it takes one to know one?” Etta said snidely ending the question by sticking her tongue out at him. Keigo laughed. “Tell me, Etta, with exception of your Internet cooking show, what are your future plans? Don’t you think you people would take you more serious if you didn’t tell them you fancy yourself as a psychic chef?” “You don’t have to belief in me. Lord knows before Neil died, I was determined to never read another hunger pang and to become one of the “normal” people.” “Who’s Neil?” Was he the “almost marriage” she implied about earlier? “Neil is a another story, for another time.” Biting her lip she avoided his eyes. It wasn’t enough for him to miss the moisture that pooled in them before she looked away. “I know what I do is strange to some, but I grew up in a carnie, normal is strange to me. In my world with the people that I call family along with my mother, people with the second site is a reality. There is no way you can grow up around people with gifts of their own and remain a skeptic.” Keigo admired her easy optimism. He was an admitted reserved planner. If he worked in a bank and someone with her personality came to him wanting his bank to investment based on supernatural abilities, without having scientific documented facts to back it up he’d turn her down without further consideration. Dreamers were good in a romantic affair, but not business. The one think he couldn’t deny is the kids at his camp would love her. The more he thought about his decision the more he was coming to like the idea of having Etta underfoot at Bent Arrow. It definitely wasn’t going to be boring. He must be dizzy from lack of food too, because he couldn’t stop looking at her, especially when she wasn’t looking at him, like she was at the moment. Her lovely eyes trailed from his face to his chest to hiss 43

Shiree McCarver crotch? He must be mistaken. Surely she hadn’t just sized him up! He would be offended if he hadn’t already done the same to her several times. Men sized up breast. Women secretly sized up crotch bulges thinking men weren’t aware that they were being checked out. When in actuality men always did crotch checks on themselves to assure zippers were up and penis nestled in the most flattering position. He cleared his throat bring her attention back to his face. “So my plans for you to be the chef at Bent Arrow isn’t a problem for you.” “Does the camp have Internet access?” “It’s a training camp for inner city kids who want to go into the field of law. Fast access is a necessity along with other necessities,” Keigo assured her. “I’m hoping for the most important necessity such as indoor plumbing. I’ve seen enough bushes and port-o-potties to last me a lifetime.” “Etta, it’s not a boot camp,” he shook his head at her musings. “We try to give kids options before they decide to make the wrong choices, not after.” “Sounds, like something that I would feel honor to be a part of. So when do we leave?” Keigo stared. She had loveliest reddish-brown eyes, he’d ever seen. They reminded him of a puppy he had once, trusting, affectionate, and needy for love and attention in return. He crossed his arms over his chest and moved to take a seat behind his desk. Putting some distance between him and those eyes. “How about we get together and discuss everything another day. I will call you and set up a time that is good for you.” “I…I thought you were going to come for dinner.” Was that disappointment he saw on her face? “I’m afraid I’m not up to eating anything else today.” He massaged his tender stomach. “Should have left off the hotdog with double chili,” she mumbled. “How--” His words dwindled to silence at her knowing grin. An immediate chill went down his spine. For a brief moment he wondered if there were something to this psychic stuff after all and spied the small spot of dripped chili on the white shirt he wore. Keigo’s judge’s robe was no longer hiding his guilty pleasure. He still remained unconvinced. “Well, I suppose that’s it then. We’ve reached an agreement,” Etta unfolded her legs from the chair and slid her feet back into her sandals. “I’m glad you accepted my offer, Etta. Thank you.” “No, thanks for coming up with something where I will feel as if I’m being useful.” She came to her feet and stretched reaching far over her head.

The Flavor of Love Keigo’s eyes fell to her breast once again, the dark nipples brushed against the white material. His body tightened. He knew what he would be doing in the shower tonight besides, scrubbing his body. “Will you be going home and cooking you something to eat?” He asked. “I think I will warm up some leftover lasagna since I will be eating alone and listen to some of my favorite albums nursing a glass of red wine in the bath.” Pushing aside the visualization of picturing Etta naked in a tub he asked, “Are we talking real albums or CDs’?” “Records, of course, Man, it’s the only way to go,” she smiled. “There’s nothing like the pop and crackle of vinyl.” “Something we can agree upon” Keigo returned her smile. “I love holding the album jacket in my hands and looking at great cover shots of Charlie Parker or Billie Holiday, along with a blurb about the artist personality or career. There is something so delicate about handling an album, don’t you think?” Etta nodded her head. “You place it on the turntable and ease the needle just a breath above the album and let it drop. There is this silent pause before that first crackle, then the music begin to play and I swear, there’s nothing like it.” She paused and asked, “By the way, what do you know about blues and jazz on vinyl? Or are those backup names you throw out just to impress?” “It’s you that are the perpetrator of jazz and blues, if anyone in this room is being accused of such a crime,” Keigo replied with feigned haughtiness. “Is there anything else that sounds better on vinyl?” Their gazes locked and he tried to swallow. So much for judging without prejudice, he thought wryly, Etta was too interesting for him not to be interested. “I’m impressed, I don’t mean to sound racist but I don’t know too many Japanese men that appreciate good jazz.” “Really? So how many Japanese men do you know?” “Counting you? Three, but only one of them is a good friend and he’s purely techno.” “I see,” Keigo rubbed his chin. “I would say out of large population of Japanese men, three is adequate enough to base your conclusions.” The laughter he received from Etta warmed his insides and he admittedly enjoyed the feeling. It had been so long, he thought he lost the ability to feel such warmness once more. “Okay, that was a stupid thing to say,” she admitted. “If you want to make it up to me, how about I bring a few of my favorites and you bring a few of your favorites to Bent Arrow and we can compare notes?” He found himself suggesting. Keigo would wonder later what had got into him. He wasn’t usually this forward. “Sounds good to me.” Etta beamed at him. “My name sake is definitely at the top of the list.” “Let me guess,” he pretended to think long and hard before blurting out, “Etta James.” 45

Shiree McCarver “Indeed.” “She’s one of my favorites also,” he admitted. “I love to hear her sing my favorite song--” “Let me guess.” Etta interrupted. “Everyone’s favorite, including the “jazz clueless”. At Last.” He was shaking his head before she finished speaking. “Wrong.” He said lifting an “I told you so” eyebrow at her for once again making assumptions about him. “For me, it’s My Dearest Darling.” “Damn,” she slapped her hand against her thigh with excitement. “You’re impressing the hell out of me. If you don’t stop, I’ll swear you’re trying to steal my heart. You do know your stuff.” “Yes, I do,” he admitted proudly. “Not only do I know what I like, I have the only known copy of a studio demo with Chet Baker and piano player, Russ Freeman, during a jam session in 1954 messing around in between sessions.” “Get Out!” Etta shrieked. “That is to wild. You have to bring it.” “No way,” he shook his head. “I’m not going to risk it getting broken in the transport. You will have to come to my place some day and hear it.” A hush seemed to charge into the room like a pink elephant with a hangover. His invite was hanging out-there, yet neither was sure how to proceed. Keigo realized he had made an open door invitation. He really was tired. He was giving her the impression that they would still be communicating after the thirty days ended. Etta, graceful way of not making a big deal of his offer put him at ease. “That is wild.” She nodded her head at him. “Chet Baker was one bad ass trumpet player. He made strides in a genre few Caucasian men have succeeded in. It’s sad that he had to become another one of those musician drug cliché that we hear about too often. It’s truly a shame how many of the late great talented jazz artist took the hard path in their personal lives.” “True,” he agreed. Etta’s stomach growled and he laughed. “Enough for today. Do you have a way home?” He asked. “You offering?” “I could have my driver drop you off,” he suggested. “Driver?” She snorted. “My, aren’t we special.” “It’s not like that,” he said defensively. “Hey, I’m not judging you, Judge,” she teased. “I have my car in the parking garage. Thank you for offering. You have my numbers in your case file, or just key in and search my name with “psychic chef” if you want to drop me an email. Meanwhile, I will be utilizing my readings on you and making out a menu that will help your ulcer. Keigo returned her smile. The aching in his stomach already seemed to be easing.

The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 4 It had been two days since Etta’s court fiasco. Even if she hadn’t received thirty days community service, the tongue-lashing she received from her mother was punishment enough. Having a psychic for a mother left her little leeway for getting away with anything. She wondered why her own abilities were so limited, when she felt as if her mom was the oracle of all. Her mother explained that until she gave birth to her own daughter, her abilities were limited also. Etta didn’t see children in her future, so she was content to have the abilities she had. In the past she resented being different. Meeting Neil and falling in love, she was willing to give up everything to do with the supernatural world by closing and refusing to practice the art. In the end it was the one thing she reached out to and held on to in order to stay sane. Helping others with her abilities and utilizing her loving grandmother’s holistic uses of foods that had been passed down from one Louisiana Bayou Chirac female to another had became her life’s goal. She figured this was the way God intended for her to spend her to life her life. Being alone, Etta figured she must have a higher purpose, then being the supportive wife and loving mother she’d hoped to be. She released a deep cleansing breath and lifted her arms in a stretch before moving from the Tadasana yoga position into the Vrksasana position. Poised with right foot against her left inner thigh, she aligned her pelvis and raised her hands overhead with palms pressed together. She easily held the stance. Etta heard from Keigo, once since they parted, and it was a quick and abrupt thanks for the cabbage and carrot soup she made to improve his stomach issues. He had already left to begin his vacation. Lucky for her his Assistant, Nan, was passing through. She assured her, she would make sure Keigo received the soup and her note with instructions. Etta also took the opportunity to pen him personal “thank you” for allowing her a chance to set things right without going to jail. He assured her, he would be calling again with details and that is where things stood. The waiting was driving her crazy. She had never been good at sitting around and waiting on others to make decisions for her. Etta blew out a puff of breath and alternated sides. What if he had a chance to think about it more and change his mind? It wasn’t really like he owed her any consideration, but he did say he was a man of his word and she believed him. The other thing that nagged her was Keigo would think she was helping because she had to. When the truth was if she had been giving the opportunity under different circumstances she would have volunteered her time willingly. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her summers while on hiatus from the show then spending it on a good cause.

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Shiree McCarver Etta blew out another burst of air. Bending over at the waist, she pressed her nose to her knees held it for a moment before coming up in a prayer stance. She said a silent prayer of thankfulness, ending her workout. Picking up her towel she wrapped it around her neck and moved out of the atrium to the kitchen. There was no denying that there was this vexing awareness between them. She prepared a cup of mint tea and made her way with cup in hand to the small corner desk that housed her laptop and dropped down into the cloth swivel seat. Her musings went back to her encounter with Keigo. Etta believed people were brought into her life for a reason. Sometimes the reasoning wasn’t always clear and it wasn’t easy for her to see the big picture. Etta saw the opportunity to do something good for some deserving youths, who in spite of their dysfunctional home lives, remained focus on having a positive future. A future that would afford them the opportunity to pay it forward and graciously assist other children liken themselves. It was a wonderful idea and an opportunity she was excited to be a part of. She grudgingly admired Keigo for his efforts. Once Etta arrived home after the long and nerve-wracking day in court. She immediately made a headline for her computer to check out Bent Arrow Camp. In her search she found a website for the camp with requirement information and printable applications. The requirements were reasonable enough for any student serious in pursuing a career in law considering the long road they had ahead depending on the field of law they pursued. Their options were endless. The requirements of acceptance were, maintaining at least a “B” average, no unexcused tardiness or absences, permission from parent or guardian, and a desire to pursue a career in the field of law. The more Etta read the more impressed she became by the amenities the camp offered, not just physical amenities, but mental amenities that would breed self-confidence and hope.

Keigo had taken on a huge

undertaking and in her eyes an admirable one. Something such as this could eventually make a positive impact on a community. Pretty much like what she and her old carnie neighbors did for this abused and abandoned neighborhood. Keigo truly was making an inconspicuous difference and doing so with a creative fun environment. What was more remarkable was he was doing it on the dime of generous corporate sponsors. The same sponsors that were also offering apprentice programs to the children once they graduated from college. The way he had set things up, Bended Arrow, wasn't just offering these kids a summer, and then turning them loose to succeed or fail. This program was like a surrogated parenting until the student was actively participating in his or her chosen profession. The camp was made up old attendees volunteering their time.

As a result, not only

were the kids getting an education, they were associating with like-minded adults that had been where they had been at one time in their lives. Etta thought Keigo was amazingly commendable and now through foolish circumstances she was going to be small part of it.

The Flavor of Love “Well, Judge Handsome, you seem to have your hands in a little bit of everything,” she murmured aloud. Etta leafed through the printed papers of information she found on the camp and Keigo. She hadn’t had the chance to read everything, so she suppose now was a good time to skim through all that she found. “Dang,” she smiled into her cup of tea before taking a deep sip. Flipping over pages, “Not only is this man gorgeous, and intelligent with a good taste in music. He’s…” She paused and placed her cup aside. Etta pulled one page in particular from the stack. It was a picture of a much younger Keigo and a beautiful statuesque woman with auburn hair piled high upon her head, cascading ringlets rested on her brow and high cheekbones. She could have been a runway model. She was that gorgeous. A broad smile glowed on both of their faces. “Up and coming power couple makes a difference,” she read the headline. The caption under the photo read, “Attorney and Mrs. Keigo Kyou, breaks ground to building dreams.” Etta was surprised. Not by the discovery is deceased wife was extremely beautiful, considering Keigo’s attractiveness, but for some reason she had assumed she would also be Japanese. It was rare for Japanese men to marry outside their ethnic group, but it did happen. Of course having a Caucasian wife was less surprising than if she had been Black. Now Asian men and Black Women were a rare pairing, for sure. Etta could never figure out why. She always loved the Asian culture and had taken courses in Japanese language and literature. Etta suppose it was because at one time her father had been stationed in Japan. It was the country her parents spent the beginnings of their marriage and spoke on about it with great love and fondness. It wasn't until after her parents returned to the states and made their home in Louisiana that Toby and she had put in an appearance. Her mother didn’t want to have children until she was able to live closer to her family. For year Etta’s parents had promised her and her brother that they would all go to Japan for a visit. It never happened. Once her grandmother realized she was psychic like her mother, normal in her household became something completely different. It was the duty of the Chirac women to nurture their “special” children in the craft of healing and abstaining from using their abilities for selfish reasons. It was the duty of these women husbands’ to be understanding of these exceptional women and encourage their nurturing process. Her father had been a loving and understanding. Someone, who was always on her side when she wanted to go play instead of hone her abilities. He was the closest thing to making her feel like she was any other little girl who daddy adored her. Etta envied the girls of her family that the psychic abilities skipped. They had careers and lives that weren’t marked by anything other then their dreams to be remarkable adults, it didn’t matter if it was in the field of healing or not. 49

Shiree McCarver Etta leaned back in her chair looking at the picture of Keigo and his wife once more before dropping the printed page back onto her desk. Why was she drudging up her childhood? Why did she care about the statistics of Japanese men and African American women dating and marrying? It wasn’t as if she and Keigo were dating. She ran off at the mouth, got into trouble and was being penalized for it. Judge Keigo Kyou was just her jailer with a gilded key. After thirty days she probably would never see him again. She wouldn’t even be able to bump into him by accident. From all the black tie photos she’s seen in these stack of papers, they didn’t even run in the same circles. Keigo wasn’t just a sexy judge that was on television like she had initially thought. This man was a motivator. He founded the Kyou Youth Foundation in honor of his deceased father, who had once been a Goodwill Ambassador for Japan. He went to prep schools and an Ivy League college. Her family was full of people, blood and none blood related. Her grandmother owned and ran a carnival. Unlike Keigo, her family was made up of colorful and strange people, some blood related and some not, but every homeless stray had been welcomed. She could see from the pictures of Keigo staring down at his wife, he loved her and if he loved her as much as she had loved Neil, he would be no happier using her as a subsitute for what he lost, then she would by using him. As wonderful as Keigo seemed, he wasn’t Neil. *** Keigo knew he should of called first, especially since it was just eight o’clock in the morning, but he already thanked her over the phone and thought he should do so again in person. After following her instructions and keeping only to soup and herbal tea. His stomach didn’t ache once and to his surprise he wasn’t starving like he thought he would be when reading her note. He smiled as the driver pulled the BMW up behind an ancient canary yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Not one of the updated models, but one that looked as if it seen it’s better day in the seventies. It even had a “Flower Power” sicker on the bumper with a huge faded daisy flower. For some reason it seemed fitting. There was something very natural and earthy about Etta in general. Keigo unfolded himself from the car tugging at his Levi jeans, which seemed to grow tighter at the thought of seeing Etta again. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t pictured that dimpled smile of hers a hundred times since they parted. He leaned to look inside the car window and said, “This probably won’t take long, but why don’t you go and make those deliveries and come back to pick me up when you’re done?” “Will do, Judge Kyou.” The driver nodded. “Call me if you need me before I finish.” Keigo returned his nod, straightened, and tapped the hood of his car to send him on his way. He turned his attention to Etta’s charming cottage style home. It was one of four that made up a quaint and cozy cul-

The Flavor of Love de-sac of similar gingerbread style homes all of vibrant shades of purple with green trim, blue with orange trim, red with white trim and Etta’s, yellow, with brown trim. He was seeing a pattern here. She owned a yellow car and a yellow home. Keigo made a mental not to remember it must be her favorite color, or a color that has some meaning to her. Until this moment it hadn’t occurred to him there was a possibility she didn’t live alone. It was very early in the morning and he no desire to start his day pissing off an entire household because he was an early riser to rude to call. He suppose he could make that call now on his cell phone, but what if that gave her the opportunity to tell him it wasn’t a good time and he would camped out like an idiot on her covered front porch waiting for his driver to return. So what if he woke up everyone. He was here for business reasons. Keigo walked up the random patterned stepping-stones that led into an enclosed entryway garden of low camellia shrubbery and miniature Bonsai. Etta’s place really was nice, nestled in an old, valley subdivision of refurbished homes. Keigo wasn’t surprised to see Etta had gravitated to such a time warped diverse neighborhood that he had been reading only good things about all the changes they were making in this part of town for the better. Keigo stopped and looked behind him before returning the enthusiastic wave of Etta's elderly Asian neighbor. He couldn't stop the smile from coming to his impassive face. The way she was grinning and waving at him, anyone passing would have assumed he was her long lost son return home from the war. The entire time she was stepping off her porch and heading his way, she was chatting, even though he couldn’t hear a word she said. As she neared his mouth dropped wide in disbelief. It was worse then he originally thought. Keigo bit down on his back teeth and placed his hand briefly over his mouth to keep from blatantly laughing aloud. The closer she got the more he felt as if he was overdosing on bold bright colors. Keigo blanched from the blinding huge floral pattern Hawaiian MuuMuu, she was wearing. The morning sun appeared to bounce off each shade of color as she made her way to the medium neatly trimmed bush divider that separated the two yards. Immediately, a walking and talking rainbow came to mind. From her dyed firecracker red hair down to her neon blue floral printed mules. “Hellooo, handsome.” She called out to him, her accent heavy but understandable. It has been so long since anyone called him by anything other than, “Judge Kyou”. Then after meeting Etta he seemed to be called everything but. Etta had treated him by calling him Judge, “Handsome”, “Gorgeous”, “Sexy” and it was pleased him. Hearing the same from her eclectic neighbor didn’t quite have the same effect. “Good morning.” Keigo smiled down at her, she only came up to his stomach and he was only a shade below being six feet tall. “I’m here to see, Etta Jones.”

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Shiree McCarver “It doesn’t take a psychic to see that, handsome,” she teased and wiggled deep brown drawn on eyebrows at him. Was she coming on to him? Keigo didn’t know if he should be flattered or run. “We don’t see many male visitors visiting our little Etta-bird’s door at this time of the morning.” Her eyebrows, wiggled again and he wondered if instead of flirting, it was a nervous twitch. “Too bad, I would have been delighted to see you creeping out of her place after a hot all-nighter instead of arriving,” she hawed with a winked. “If you know what I mean?” Keigo didn’t try to hold back his laughter any longer. She was entertaining, and if you looked beyond the extremely red hair, matching red lips, brown penciled eyebrows against a pale face of white face power a shade lighter then she was, she actually was an attractive elderly lady. He felt pleasure sore thorough him at hearing male visitors for Etta was a rarity. He had no right to feel this way, and he may question his reasons why later, but for now, he was pleased. “It’s certainly a pleasure to meet you, Ms…” “I’m everybody’s, Auntie Loo. Give me your hand please.” Auntie Loo took his offered hand without hesitation over the bushes. “You are...” “Keigo Kyou,” he supplied assuming she wanted to shake his hand until she cradled it and turned it over, to look at his palm. She gave him a sympathetic smile before saying softly, “You, dear man, are still living with a lot of guilt and fear that what happened before could happen again. I’m sorry for your loss. I know your pain, but you must live life for yourself and those you’ve lost.” “Pardon, me?” “Young man, there was nothing you could have done.” “How--” “You and Etta are both victims of your circumstances. I know for you, you’re bitter because the perpetrator of the crime hasn’t been caught. It okay to be angry, but you must forgive yourself and allow the anger to become your life,” Auntie Loo declared. “You’re ready to move on. Allow Etta to free you from the past and in freeing you it will aid her in doing the same, but only if you both choose to move forward.” Keigo watched as her bony index finger trace several lines in his palm. His hand started to warm up and tingle. Disconcerted Keigo quickly pulled his hand from her hand. A tingling sensation lingered in his palm. Maybe she was as crazy and a loon and said the same thing to every poor sap she met. She was bound to be right sooner or later and no one would be the wiser to the ones she was wrong about.

The Flavor of Love “I know you’re curious as to how I know, but you won’t ask because you’re not a believer.” Auntie Loo smiled at his stunned look. “I also know that you sought the advice of psychics when the investigators failed to turn up anything new. I’m sorry they scammed you. They were pretenders. The thieving bastards make it hard on those who really can help people.” “This mystic mumbo jumbo should be against the law,” Keigo muttered “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.” Auntie Loo’s smile turned into a frown. “Do me a favor. Don’t say anything negative about Etta’s psychic abilities. She is very sensitive about it. She isn’t like the rest of us. She has always been uncomfortable about her capabilities, especially as a child, bless her heart, she was so sensitive. Children can be cruel about things they don’t understand. The only time she had friends was when the other kids wanted to take advantage of her and ride and eat for free at her the carnival.” “Her grandmother owned a carnival? That’s a bit unusual isn’t it?” “I suppose someone like you would think so,” Auntie Loo commented. Eyeing him from his three hundred and fifty dollar Bruno Magli’s slip-on shoes to his black long sleeve John Varvatos pullover shirt. Keigo fidgeted under her unblinking assessment. “Was Etta aware that the other children were using her?” Keigo asked, shoving his hands in his front pant’s pockets. “I believe she knew, she just wanted to fit in so bad, she let them use her. It didn’t last too long, because Fay, her mother, was livid. She also was upset with Etta for not wanting to learn how to perfect her skills.” Auntie Loo cackled. “Etta was a little bitty thing but that girl has a mouth on her, even way back then. She fought her mother every step of the way, always saying she wanted to be “normal”.” “She seems to except it now,” Keigo pointed out. “It took her grandmother getting ill, to get her to help and be a part of the circus family when she was a twelve years old. She did that for some time and the newspapers and cameras loved her little pixie face with those big dimples, but as soon as her grandmother got better she dropped it all and pretty much strayed from the practice.” Keigo remained quite waiting for Auntie Loo to continue. He liked hearing things about Etta she may never have disclosed to him. “Etta, got her wish, with her father’s help they persuaded Fay to let the girl have a normal high school experience. It was then that the girl changed her name to simply, Etta.” “That seems a bit extreme. Didn’t other kids think it was strange she had no last name?” Keigo right eyebrow cocked in question.

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Shiree McCarver Auntie Loo shrugged her thin shoulders. “How often to young people even know their classmates last name?” she replied. “What I do know is with no last name they couldn’t do a name search on the computer and bring up information on her and her family.” Keigo nodded, “At least she got her wish to be like any other teen.” He grinned. “She is so full of energy, she probably was very popular.” “Not quite,” the elderly woman shook her head. “If it wasn’t for her older brother Toby transferring schools so he could watch over her, it wouldn’t have worked at all.” Stunned by this bit of information he asked, “Why not? I don’t understand.” “For some reasons the kids didn’t take to Etta,” she confided. “It was as if they sensed she was somehow different. It probably didn’t help that she was telling them what the should and shouldn’t eat.” Auntie Loo chuckled. “Bless her heart, she just couldn’t help herself. As much as Etta hates her gift, it’s in her blood and she has to heed the calling.” Keigo felt a tugging at his heart. “It had to have been very disappointing for her after going through so much trouble to fit in.” “Oh, Etta eventually got her chance to be normal. Toby was popular in sports and she was his sister, so they put up with her. The real big change came when Toby’s best friend and quarterback of the football team Neil Phillips, fell crazy in love with her. After that her high school experience became everything she dreamed it could be. She was homecoming queen and nominated for prom queen, but she withdrew herself because her grandmother had worsened and Etta spent all her extra time with her until she finally passed away.” She paused as if waiting for him to comment or ask another question. When he didn’t, she shook her head and continued. “Everyone thought Etta and Neil would marry right out of college, but Etta was working as an apprentice chef at this fancy downtown hotel. They offered to send her to one of the best culinary schools in Paris, France for two year, as long as she signed a seven-year contract to work for them. She accepted. Neil was furious because she didn’t even discuss it with her. They broke up.” “Etta mentioned Neil but she didn’t elaborate,” Keigo admitted. “She said it was a story for another time.” A surprised look came over Auntie Loo’s face. “I can’t believed she mentioned him to you at all, with you practically being a stranger. She must sense that you understand her pain, since you too lost someone you loved.” Keigo nodded with pursed lips. He had disclosed personal information about himself to her. Maybe, it was because they were strangers that it was easier to talk about it. Or Auntie Loo could be correct, it could be the common bond that drew him to her.

The Flavor of Love “After Fay decided to close her mother’s carnival after she passed away, most of us conjugated here to San Francisco because Etta’s father, Fredrick had invested in his old neighborhood and wanted to relocate to his home town. With the carnival out of business, there was no reason for me and a few of the others to stay in the south so we packed up to move out west.” “So this neighborhood is made up of old carnie people?” Keigo asked. “Watch that “old” stuff,” Auntie Loo narrowed her small eyes at him in warning until they practically closed shut. “Fred, Fay and Etta, never treated us like misfits. With their love we found out what it was like to have a real family. I will always be grateful to the Chirac and Jones family. Auntie Loo looked over at Etta’s house and said, “Soon after her grandmother died her father became ill. We thought after he passed away it would be awhile before we had to face another lose, but then we lost Neil and almost lost Toby in the same accident.” “Etta and I both have lost are father’s after long illnesses and as you said, we lost the ones we thought we would spend the rest of our lives with,” Keigo voiced. “You both need to move forward,” Auntie Loo spoke in a soft knowing voice. Keigo shoulder tensed, the muscles in his jaws flexing as he bit down on his back teeth to keep his emotions in check. Auntie Loo graciously changed the subject. “You are lucky to have our Etta cooking at your camp. She is a great chef and she has a broad knowledge of herbs. There is something very comforting about eating meals she prepares. Her mother and her grandmother are just as gifted. To look at Etta now, you’d never know that until Neil died, she refused fought against her psychic abilities.” “I admit there is some things that can’t be explained in this world, but I just can’t give in to the psychic stuff, Auntie Loo,” His voice was heavy with sarcasm, but he just couldn’t let her go on thinking he was a believer when he wasn’t. “Huh?” Auntie Loo blinked several times and cleared her throat. “I think I’ve been running off at my mouth a bit too much. Etta don’t like people talking about her.” She chuckled touching her hair as if making sure it was still in place. Keigo figured a wind sheer could tear through here and not budge, Auntie Loo’s stiff hair sprayed do. Looking at his wristwatch he said, “I knew I was early, but I hadn’t realize, I was this early. Do you think Etta is awake or should I call my driver back and return in a couple of hours?” “She is awake. If you leave now, you won’t be able to catch up with her again until late this afternoon,” Auntie Loo informed him. Keigo shook his head and laughed, “Is that another prediction?” “Oh, you are trying to be a funny,” she harrumphed. “Actually, I know her habits,” she assured him. “Let me see, at this time of morning Etta is probably doing yoga in the atrium. If you leave and come back 55

Shiree McCarver in two hours, she will be talking Sandy down on her prices for the best produce at the farmer’s market. They let her in about thirty minutes before they open to the public and she gives free advice for what ails them and advertise on her Internet website.” “She does this every morning?” “Etta is a creature of habit,” Auntie Loo cut her hooded eyes as him. He looked at her doubtfully. Were they speaking of the same person? Never had he met such a flighty woman. Her smile broadened. “I know she seems to be a bright spark with a capricious nature, but when it comes to running a kitchen she is as serious as they come.” “That remains to be seen.” Keigo shook his head decisively. “Don’t let her chatty approach fool ya, she’s sharp as a tack, so as you become more irritated with her constant talking her mind is tallying up your weaknesses.” Auntie Loo grinned at him and reached out to tap his arm with her hand. “I personally think she irritates people on purpose because eventually she breaks you down and you find yourself doing nice things for her. Anything, to shut her up.” “Well, I’ll be damned.” Keigo let out a long, audible breath. “I suspected as much. No one could be as asinine enough to misbehave in my courtroom the way she did the other day.” “Courtroom, you say?” Auntie Loo’s eyes gleamed with newfound interest. “Tell me what she do? Are you here to take her to jail? Need some handcuffs? I got some of those furry ones.” She wiggled her makeshift eyebrows at him. Keigo shook his head. “What kind of psychic did you say you were?” “An angry one if you keep provoking me,” she warned, half seriously. “So what is this about Etta being in your courtroom?” “If Etta hasn’t already told you, it’s not my place to say.” Keigo rubbed his chin. “I suppose you better go consult that crystal ball of yours, Auntie Loo.” She leaned further over the short bushes between them and spoke in hushed tones, “Look here, don’t think because you are tall and handsome I won’t take a cane to that tight little ass of yours. You keep pissing me off and I’ll get Big Bertha to put a hex on your pecker.” She held up her thumb and forefinger barely two inches apart to illustrated. “It will shrink it up to this size,” she threatened with a raspy cackle. Keigo bit down on his back teeth to keep a straight face as he asked, “Auntie Loo, if this “Big Bertha” can shrink my penis, does that mean if I say I believe in psychics she will make it bigger?” “Wee!” Joy bubbled in her laugh and watered her dark eyes. “I got to remember to tell Bertha that one,” Auntie Loo complimented. “I like you Keigo Kyou. So I’m going to give you some good advice.” “If you are about to school me on the fine arts of lovemaking, then I’m afraid you’re a bit late. I already had that discussion with my father, years ago.” His mouth twitched with amusement.

The Flavor of Love “You don’t know nothing about lovemaking until you allow an older woman to teach it to you,” Auntie Loo laughed richly. “You’re getting me all flustered and off track.” “You mentioned that there was advice you wanted to give me,” he reminded. “Oh yeah. It’s about Etta.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. “She has closed her heart to love. I think she is too young to be living alone the way she do. She had much to offer a man like you, and she would make a wonderful mother, just like all the women of her bloodline. She just needs patients, and understanding.” “You sound like she’s breeding stock.” He crossed his arms. “Why are you telling me this?” Her teeth flashed white when she grinned. “Because at the moment you are still in denial, but once you stop being as foolish as she is, you will need to be patient if it takes her a little bit longer to catch on. Before you ask me the question I know you’re going to ask, let me say, that this is my prediction and because you’re a friend of Etta, it’s free.” “Enough joking, Auntie Loo. I think you’re wrong on this and don’t go placing these foolish notions into Etta’s head.” To ease the brashness of his words he added in a softer tone, “The relationship between Etta and I are of a professional nature.” Auntie Loo shook her head at him and clucked her tongue at him, “You and Etta have a lot in common, including your pigheadedness,” she sighed. “I just hope the both of you aren’t so stubborn you aren’t willing to accept the second chance you are being given.” “Second chance at what?” Keigo left brow lifted in question. “I know you aren’t talking about love?” “”You won’t believe anything I have to say, so go on. I guarantee you Etta will be pleasantly surprised to see you.” Auntie Loo shooed him away wit a wave of her hand. “Again with the psychic stuff!” Keigo released an exasperated sigh. “Not this time, so stop your huffing. I tell you right now, at the rate you going with me, Young Fellow, I’m going to have Bertha shrink your peter pee until it looks like a vagina!” Auntie pointed her bony forefinger at him. “Auntie Loo!” Keigo turned towards the familiar voice behind him. Etta. “Good Morning, Sweet Pea,” Auntie Loo waved at Etta and yelled, “I like him!” “If she likes me I hate to see what type of spell she would put on a person she didn’t like,” Keigo muttered. Keigo saw Etta’s shoulder shake with laughter and he grinned mentally patting himself on the back. His humor had improved immensely in the past few days. “Try me, Handsome and you will find out. Have a good day you two.” Without another word, Auntie Loo hummed her way towards her own covered porch. 57

Shiree McCarver Keigo stood there a moment longer watching the elderly woman’s retreating figure while considering what she had shared about Etta and it only made him more curious to know more about her. His lashes fluttered in surprise as Auntie Loo turned and waved at him as she had done upon his arrival. For some reason privy only to herself, she gave him a thumbs-up sign. As he took a step towards where Etta stood, Keigo heard a woman calling out to Auntie Loo. Looking over his almond-shaped eyes squinted in disbelief. Once again his mouth dropped opened and he rudely stared. The African American woman had burgundy colored hair. It was teased and tucked upward into a perfect beehive style. All he could think was, did people still wear polyester and that much of it? She had to weigh at least four hundred pounds, but as she made her way towards Auntie Loo, she moved swiftly for a big woman. He wondered if she was Big Bertha? If so did he need to keep his hands over his cock so she couldn’t put a hex on it? Next to Black woman strolled a very thin balding Caucasian man. Keigo trailed upwards, the man had to be at least seven feet tall. Keigo looked between the two to see they were holding hands. Shaking his head, he wondered if he’d ever seen such a quirky lot of people in his forty-two years. With a resigned sigh, he didn’t even considered what psychic gift these two might profess. Keigo continued towards Etta. She met him half way down the stairs and waited He confirmed the question that had been nagging him since he saw Etta last. She was the one woman in a long time to accelerate his pulse tempo. Today she wore her natural hairstyle up and divided into frizzy ponytails framing her square-shaped lovely face. With her current hairstyle he saw she had three breast length micro-braids flowing from the nape of her neck over one shoulder resting above the swell of her breast. Each braid was decorated with a tiny seashell. As Keigo’s eyes feasted upon her face, he was amazed at how much detail he could remember about her face. He remembered the exquisite shape of her high cheekbones, the fullness of her sweet mouth, and those girlish dimples, caused him to smile every time she did. My God, look at her skin in the morning sun, he thought. Never could tanning in the sun produce such a striking shade. “Morning,” she called out resting her lax fists on her hips. “Do you live near by and out on a morning stroll or are you just lost?” The dimples flashed at him. His heart thumped. Every nerve in his body told him to turn around and hightail it out of there, before it was too late. Yet, he couldn’t do it. His camp kids needed him to come through for them. The kitchen need to be prepared, stocked, and a least one of the cooking staff must be certified and Etta was it. If he didn’t do his part, they wouldn’t allow him to open the doors.

The Flavor of Love Keigo returned her smile, squinting up at her in the bright morning light. “I hope you don’t mind. I had my driver to drop me off for a visit while I sent him on some errands. I promise you he won’t be gone long.” “Keigo,” she released a throaty laugh. “I was just joking with you. I see, even when you’re dressed in casual, you’re still too serious. Also tell me,” she shook her head. “What’s with having a driver? Can’t you drive or is it just one of the perks that comes with the job?” “I can drive, I just choose not to, after,” he paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t anymore.” “If you don’t mind my asking, why not?” “I do mind,” he snapped and pulled in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. It’s something I don’t like talking about or to make public.” “I see,” Etta remarked. Looking down at her bare feet. “I can understand. I’ve been through an ordeal myself that I don’t like talking about. At the time it was made very public because of who I was…who he was…” her voice trailed off. “Any way you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Keigo could see from the sorrowful expression on Etta's face as she spoke, that whatever had happened to her, must have been very painful. She looked up and his heart lurched. He was shocked at the unexpected impact she had on him. It was exhilarating yet unasked for at the same time. He didn't want to add to the pain he saw on her face, just because his libido was working on overtime the past few days. “I was in a car accident a few years ago, and I have panic attacks when I get behind the wheel, so I don't try anymore,” he spoke softly, the words seemed strange on his tongue. He hadn’t been able to admit it aloud to anyone. “I’m sorry,” Etta said softly. “You didn’t have to tell me, but I’m glad you did.” He could see her sincerity. “I would have thought you would have looked up everything about me online as I did you,” he said, shrugging off his embarrassment. “I did. I just haven’t read it all yet,” she admitted sheepishly. “You have more Google pages then I do.” He nodded. His shoulders tensed. He wondered if he should just tell her, she was bound to read it eventually and get the media’s version of what they think happened. He would prefer she heard it from him. As if she sensed his discomfort, she reached out and clutched at his hand. “Come on, we're getting an audience.” She nodded and waved at another woman joined the three already congregated in Auntie Loo's yard. “I just made mint tea, care to join me?” “Thank you. I would like that.” Keigo eyes drifted to tie-die t-shirt knotted beneath her breasts exposing a well-defined midriff. She had the body of a dancer and he wondered if that was one of her many talents or did she work out like one. 59

Shiree McCarver “Have you finish logging me into your memory bank?” Etta asked him, interrupting his thoughts. “I mean, I don’t want to interrupt your view,” she teased. Caught red handed, he did the first thing that came to his mind. He lied. “I wasn’t staring, I was thinking.” “I bet you I know exactly what you were thinking,” she released his hand to open the screen door to the house and standing aside to allow him to enter first. “My neighbors are part of my family and very nosey. If my mom was in town, she would be burning up the road to get here to check you out.” “I like your Auntie Loo, she seems very…interesting,” Keigo said for lack of a better word. He didn't think Etta would appreciate him calling her Auntie a first class contender for the hospital mental ward. Who was she to tell him he was ready to move forward? Wouldn’t he be the first to know it? He missed his wife, Claire, and his daughter, Miko, as much today as he did upon waking up from a coma. He didn’t think there was anything worse then waking up and thinking your world was as you remembered only to find out everything had changed. There was no way he was going to make moves on Etta unless he was sure he was ready to open his heart once again. He didn’t care how attracted he was to her. “Keigo? Are you alright?” She touched his arm and his muscles tensed suddenly under her fingertips. He took two steps inside the foyer causing her hand to fall away. At seeing the bench with open cupboards filled with soft sole shoes he dropped down on the bench seat and slipped his shoes off. “You’re Auntie Loo, was speaking about you and she mentioned Neil.” Turning his shoes with toes pointed towards the exit as tradition called. He removed the larger pair of house slipper and slid them on his socked feet. At her lingering silence he looked up. As if she couldn’t look him in the eyes she bent her head and studied her hands. “What did Auntie Loo tell you?” Etta spoke from the doorway allowing the screen door she was holding to swing close with a resounding pop. “Not much,” he shrugged. “I know the other day in my office you mentioned the story about you and Neil was for another time. Is this the time?” “As I told you before, Neil is dead,” she answered abruptly. “I don’t understand why everyone feel I should talk about him. Auntie Loo shouldn’t have said anything. She knows how I hate to talk about this.” “Don’t be upset with her,” Keigo crooned. “Auntie Loo seemed to have your best interest at heart and know that I don’t expect you to share anything with me that you don’t want to.” “Why should you,” Etta leaned against the entrance, smiling. “It’s not like you have a personal investment in me. You’re only here because in your eyes I committed a crime, right?”

The Flavor of Love Keigo was to busy staring at her feet. She had changed the jewelry from the gold ones she had in court to ones of silver and topaz. His eyes traveled over the fitted black straight-leg low-riding yoga pants. Her entire form was that of a dancer causing him to wonder if dancing was one of her many talents? There was so much he didn’t know about her, was it because she was different from anyone he’s known that he found himself so curious to know more about her. “So, maybe you do have a personal interest,” Etta broke the silence. “At least a crazy interest in my feet.” “Did you say something,” Keigo asked after realizing she was speaking to him, and he was rudely staring. He was surprised to see her come closer. He fell in his seat bracing his hands on the chest. Etta arched one foot up close to his face. He was amazed at her limber graceful movement. Her balance was amazing. She wasn’t even trembling. His mouth watered causing him to swallow deeply and his body to harden in response as the smell of coco butter waft his senses. “I know they're ugly aren't they? I put my poor feet through years of dance and ballet. Another of the many journeys I took while trying to discover myself and what I wanted to do with my life,” she shared. “It came in handy and allowed me to make good money working in my grandmother’s carnival.” She dropped her foot back to the ground. He looked up into her face. “I thought you did psychic stuff with your mother at the carnival.” “I didn’t want to face the fact that I was different at that time. I did help because it was part of the training that my mother and grandmother insisted on, but thank God again for daddy. He convinced them to let me take dance with the other children and I fell in love with it because I found it very freeing.” “Why did you stop?” “I’m in my thirties,” she laughed. “No, that’s not the real reason. I got a bad sprain and my right ankle has never been the same. Even with therapy, when it rains it aches. Sometimes to the point I have a limp. I realized my dancing days were over, which was fine.” She waved her hand dispassionately. “I was about to be married and I wanted to start a family right away.” “How did you find time to do all this?” Keigo asked feeling exhausted listening to how busy childhood seemed. He always had one goal, one focus. He couldn’t imagine being confused about what you wanted to do to the point that you did everything. How could a person be good at anything if they weren’t focus on that one dream? Etta laughed. “All of what? Unlike you, my family didn’t have a lot of money. My grandmother did all right, but everything she earned had to be poured back into the carnival upkeep, she had been sued a few times for accidents that happened. She preferred to settle then to cause the families anymore grief and blame herself for not knowing something was wrong.” 61

Shiree McCarver “How could she?” Keigo halted at Etta’s expression. “I see. Your grandmother was a psychic too.” “She wasn’t as sharp as she became older, her senses dulled, it was becoming harder for her to travel.” Etta face smile faded. “I think the carnie life was the only thing keeping her going. When she realized she couldn’t do it anymore her heart was broken and she became very ill. Eventually, it just stopped.” He saw the tears glistening in her lovely eyes and changed the subject. “I think you have beautiful feet,” Keigo surprised himself by confessing aloud. “Look at the way they arch and the delicate curve of your ankles are sexy.” “Mmm,” she moaned and he looked up to find her eyeing him. Cocking her head to the side she asked with a wicked gleam, the tears now gone. “Keigo Kyou, I’m beginning to think you are suffering from a foot fetish.” “There are some things, I will never admit to,” he returned her smile and stood. “How about that tea?” She laughed up at him. Their eyes locked and held. His heart lurched. What was it about her that stirred him so? His blood weighed heavy in his crotch and his cock throbbed. How could he not desire her? Her pants caressed and molded the sexiest heartshaped derriere, he’d ever seen. Her T-shirt clung to small well-formed breasts with dark large nipples. He wanted to unknot it at the waist and sweep it over her slender defined arms. The first thing he would do is take one of those turgid nipples into his mouth and suckle, like a newborn babe. Keigo’s mouth went dry. He licked his lips. His dark eyes followed the tip of her pink tongue as she matched his wonton movement. Would she welcome his kiss or be appalled by his forwardness? It had been awhile since he had to think about things such as this. He new his wife, since high school and except for her, he’d only been with two other women, during the times they broke up only to get back together again. His thoughts wondered what kind of Man had Neil been? Auntie Loo had spoken of. Neil. Was he Etta’s one great love? Did she have room in her heart for another man? What was her story, exactly? The spell of the moment was broken and he felt her withdraw as if she sensed the turn his thoughts had taken. Maybe she did. He didn’t know enough about people that considered themselves psychics. “Thank you,” she nodded at his feet. “For remembering I don’t allow people to wear shoes in my home.” “How could I forget about your tatami floors?” Keigo snorted. “After the show airs all of California and beyond will know about your bare feet and floors.” ”Ha and ha,” she muttered. “Anyway, I’m glad you came by, I was about to call you.” Etta said. Her breast brushed against his arm as she pushed past him and eased down the entrance hall. She continued to chatter as he continued to take in the view from walking behind her.

The Flavor of Love “I need to know how to pack and such. Also, did you remember to tell your assistant, Nan, to fax me those enrollment forms on the students? I haven’t got them yet and I won’t know how to plan my meals until I do.” Keigo swallowed deeply, and licked his lips one more wondering again if working in close proximity with Etta was a mistake. He was a grown man and of he couldn’t keep his body from reacting to Etta, how did he expect a handful of teenage boys to be civil around her. Then again, he possibly was over sensitive from lack of sex. “Keigo, are you okay? You’re looking a bit feverish.” He merely smiled. Nothing a cold shower won’t cure, he thought. It’s not the ulcer. It’s…” Etta frowned in confusion. “I’m not sure what it is. It’s a hunger…yet, not. Come and have a seat. If you aren’t feeling well, feel free to lie down. Have you eaten yet today? I can fix you some breakfast--” “You can’t tell if I ate or not? Isn’t that unusual for you the, Psychic Chef?” Keigo chuckled, casting an amused look at Etta. She went still and turned on him. “Fuck!” Keigo coughed. His eyebrows arched in surprise. “I hate it when people say stuff like that,” she explained. “Keigo, let me get something clear, so that I won’t spend the next month of my life hearing you make these little cracks.” “Etta--” Keigo began, but that was as far as he got. “Can the sarcasm,” she interrupted. “I’m not a walking thermometer stuck up your ass all day,” she fussed. “Let me explain what my abilities are in layman terms. I read a body nutritional needs, like an aura readings. That means I’m able to see the energy field that emanates from your body. For instant, everyone has this natural ability.” He found her analogy amusing but didn’t dare laugh. He could see by the expression on her face she was serious and he remembered what Auntie Loo said about her wanting to live a normal life. “I didn’t--” “Let me finish,” she cut him off once more. “You know how you feel when your body nags you until you eat something creamy, chocolate, salty, or sweet or the times that you keep eating because you can’t figure out what you want, and eat a salad with a protein and it hit the spot?” Deciding it was better to keep his mouth shut, Keigo nodded. “I have the ability to read those naggings and a vision materializes in my mind of what physical nourishment your body needs. Now, it doesn’t seem like much when you think of it in terms of my using it for entertainment purposes. But, Keigo I only do that to pay my bills so that I can help those in deep need of my abilities without adding further financial hardships on them and their families.” 63

Shiree McCarver “I don’t understand,” Keigo cocked his head in question. “That’s my point. You don’t understand,” Etta accused. “You’re humorous jabs at my expense has proven that and the fact that you aren’t trying to understand hurts me. I’ve had to go through this my entire life.” “Etta, I’m sorry.” Keigo reached out and caught her hand in his. The touch caused an immediate reaction as his blood rushed to where their palms pressed against one another. He could literally feel his heartbeat in his hand, or was it the combination of his and hers?

“I can’t imagine what life is like for

someone like you. I suppose human nature causes one to make light of the supernatural things they don’t understand or believe in. For me, it’s more than my analytical mind can consider. It rattles me and therefore I make jokes.” He felt her hand squeeze his before saying, “I just need you at least for the next month we are to be in each other’s company to respect what I do. I didn’t ask to be this way and trust me, I fought it for a long time and because of it, I brought a curse upon myself.” “Surly, you don’t believe that,” Keigo protested. “Yes I do believe it,” Etta said. “I realized after my fiancé died in some freak accident that I wasn’t doing what God had planned for me. I was born with these extrasensory capabilities so that I can help others.” She shrugged her shoulders. “My grandmother told me that psychics, mediums, and healers are God’s angels on earth. Our purpose is to balance out things by helping others. Not helping is going against our natural nature to help others and when this happens it sets our entire lives into a tail spin.” Keigo wasn’t sure how to respond to her statement. He was sure she believed it to be true. Did she think because she tried to live a normal life years ago, her fiancé’s death was the curse her grandmother had spoke of? He wasn’t a religious man, but he didn’t think God would have time to be petty and deliberately make her life miserable. Just like his lost. It wasn’t God that took his wife and daughter from him. It was a living-breathing madman that broke the law and because he was sentenced to pay for his crimes, he held Keigo accountable and cut his break lines. They had yet to find him Startled by his revelation Keigo eyes widened in amazement. It was the first time since the accident he laid blame at the perpetrators feet instead of his own for choosing to be a judge. He inattentively caressed the top of her hand in his with his thumb. “Tell me more about what you do to help others. You mentioned helping those who couldn’t afford to pay you. What is that about? Etta, I really want to understand what it’s like in your world.” He saw her visibly relax. She tugged on his hand and urged him to sit on the blue silk covered sofa. He was happy she chose to drop down beside him, so that he didn’t have to let go of her hand.

The Flavor of Love “I volunteer my services to people who have family in the hospital, or nursing home, for long term illnesses. For instances, patients that are in a comma yet the have the ability to sustain life without machines breathing for them, but they aren’t awake to feed themselves. So these families are being told by doctors that they won’t ever wake up, and suggest removing the feeding tubes and allow them to die naturally.” It shamed him that he never thought about it. Keigo to this day had never bothered to discuss the accident and its aftereffect with his mother. He had no idea what she and the rest of his immediate family went through while he was in a coma. He had been so oppressed by his own guilt and grief. Keigo didn’t think he remembered to thank his family and friends for taking care of him, his place, and everything else that they had done for him during such difficult times. Hell, it's been over three years and Marco and Enrique were still handling him with care, when it came to his temperament, his need to have them to drive all the time, not to mention his inability to discuss his wife and daughter or the circumstances around their death. Nor, had he been willing to face the fact that his marriage hadn't been as perfect as he liked to have believed at the time of Claire's death. It was remarkable how one's mind could remember only the good things about people once they died. Keigo turned his attention back to Etta as she continued attempting to make him understand what her life was like. “My mother and I work as a team. She does a reading and knows if the patient is still aware of things around them. She know if they will make a recovery in time or…not, ” Etta explained. “She is what one would called clairvoyant, she is also clairsentience.” Confused Keigo stared at her. “Meaning what exactly?” “She has the ability to see images with exceedingly heightened sensitivity. She has the capacity to predict or have wisdom of something in advance of its occurrence—such as death or pending dangers. If they are aware and aren’t going to die, I aid in the process of keeping them healthy as possible. Something like the therapists that comes in and work their limbs to keep the circulation flowing.” “How do your mother makes such predictions? She just look at them and wham!” Keigo hoped he didn’t come across to strong, he sincerely was becoming intrigued and wanted to know more. “Well,” Etta began. “Sometimes, it just comes to her in a trancelike state and when this happens it’s hard on her physically because it has been known to cause her to have seizures. As she become older, her abilities have grown more acute and we don’t allow her to drive herself any longer. My brother, his wife, or I, along with friends and public transportation assure she gets around safely.” “Will this happen to you as you get older?” Their eyes locked and held. “I will remain as I am as long as I don’t get pregnant. The psychic women of my family become more perceptive and our skills seem to advance with hormonal imbalances, especially 65

Shiree McCarver if it’s a girl. We seem to be highly sensitive to estrogen, with girl children the nausea and sickness is worse.” Keigo found himself looking at her slender frame, the shape of her hips and stomach. He couldn’t imagine such a flat stomach expanding with a child. However, his instincts told him, she would make a good mother, or was that the words Auntie Loo installed in his head? “At other times my mother has visions to come to her in dreams, that is much easier on her. This wonderful heightened ability of hers helps people to deal with the future or present.” He smiled, noticing the admiration in her voice. He looked down as her fingers relaxed, resting lightly in his. Sitting here holding her hand like this felt natural and oddly comforting to him. If he wasn’t careful he could get use to having Etta around. “So what is Auntie Loo? A witch?” “Oh,” Etta laughed shaking her head. “I hope you didn’t say that to her face.” “More or less,” he shrugged with a boyish grin on his face. “I don’t know if that was brave or stupid, but you better hope she forgave you for being a novice about psychics or--” “Big Bertha will shrink my penis,” he filled in for her. Her eyebrows rose in amazement while she stared at him blankly with her mouth open. “Oh, my God. No, she didn’t.” “I’m afraid she did, and even now I feel this urge to ask you to use the restroom so that I may check myself.” The warmth of his smile echoed in his voice. A thoughtful smile came to Etta’s lips and her eyes traveled slowly down his body. “From what I can tell, it seems that Auntie Loo must like you because she might have had Bertha to place a “blessing” spell on you.” Keigo wasn’t expecting her blatant boldness. He exchanged a smile with her, then shook his head giving her a little surprise of his own by saying, “It’s difficult to tell through my jeans, could be I stuffed a sock there to be impressive. Maybe you’d like me to slip them off so we both can make sure.” Her smile faded a little when he placed his hand on his silver belt buckle. “Err…” she cleared her throat. “That won’t be necessary. Where were we?” Her voice seemed to raise a couple of octaves. “Oh yeah, Auntie Loo is a medium. She communicates with spirits that have passed.” “So she could contact members of my family that have died?” He asked concerned by the tinge of hopefulness he felt. Keigo supposed at one time or the other everyone had someone they wished they had the chance to speak to once more. For him, he had several. He would love to know what his father thought about the choice he had been making in his life since the wreck. Would he be disappointed that he was no longer pursuing their long-term dream? What about his daughter, Miko? Was she happy where she was now? Did

The Flavor of Love the dead continue to grow or would she remain forever frozen as his little angel? His eyes burned and misted as his mind raced with questions. Questions he wasn’t prepared to ask aloud for fear of the answers. “Auntie Loo’s abilities can be the most difficult of all, because it’s unpredictable. Sometimes the spirits of loved ones don’t have the energy to come through and worse is she can skip the ones that do come through in order to bring in the ones you want to speak to.” Keigo frown lifting his free hand and washed it over his face with a deep sigh. There was so much more to these unusual women then he could have ever imagined. Could his wife have spoken to Auntie Loo of his situation, his guilt? Had she been the one that wanted him to know he needed to move on? If so what did Etta have to do with all of this? Was it something supernatural that had brought them together in his courtroom? “I know it’s a lot to take in,” Etta said in a soothing tone. “I can tell your ulcer is acting up again.” She released his hand with a pat and stood. “Let me make you some of that tea I sent you. You are drinking it as I instructed, aren’t you. Your soup should be gone by now, but I will make you up a batch to keep in your freezer if you feel uncomfortable utilizing the recipe.” Keigo didn’t even get the chance to say anything before she was skirting around his legs and moving towards the kitchen. He took the chance to take in the open space of a living area with a combined dining area and attached kitchen separated only by a built in island. The sitting area made up of two dominant wooden based sofas with single cushions covered in a blue silk. Both pushed against the wall. The looked more like bed’s then sofa’s he’d seen the Asian style, but felt they were a little to low to the floor for his Westernized taste. But what the sofas lost in height, it made up in comfort he found out as he leaned back against the mountain of colorful pillows and a long plump gold colored bolsters Keigo eyes secretly watched and enjoyed the domestic scene they made, with him sitting restfully on the sofa while she moved about in the kitchen. His heart ached with loneliness and long for the camaraderie one could only find in a loving relationship.

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We’re having the warmest fall season in years, it might as well still be summer.” Etta chattered nervously as she moved about the kitchen. “Why are you out and about so early on a Saturday anyway? Don’t you ever take a day off?” “I don’t have time, even if I’m not in court I have meetings and such in regards to the foundation. So there is always something to do,” he answered. “You’re staring at me, that way, again.” Etta pointed out looking up to find his eyes on her. She turned her back to him to reach in the refrigerator and retrieve an orange ceramic bowl with diced and cubed cantaloupes, honeydew melon, watermelon, and full-sized strawberries. “What way do I look at you?” Keigo asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “It’s like you’re expecting me to say or do something wacky and you don’t want to miss it.” He gave her a smile that set her pulse racing. “Etta, why in the world would I expect you to say or do anything crazy,” Keigo laughingly asked. “Ever the smart ass, I see,” Etta murmured with a grin. The teakettle shrilled behind her and she turned to shut off the gas to stovetop before using a brown potholder to lift it. Etta poured the hot water over the filter full of her special blend of tea- leaves before placing the hot pot on the awaiting cooling trivet next to the tray she was preparing. When he thought she wasn’t looking Etta observe how Keigo’s square jaw tense visibly in a grimaced while his hand rubbed at his stomach. The rise and fall of his shoulders indicated a deep sigh as he blew threw the obvious discomfort he was in. She saw him pull something out of his shirt pocket and pop it in his mouth. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the cushions. Etta wonder why she hadn’t noticed until now how exhausted he appeared. It probably was his stomach keeping him awake. When was the last time he visited a doctor? She shook her head and bit her bottom lip to keep from asking. She’d already become more personally invested in Keigo then she should be considering the only reason he is sitting here now is because she will be his to do as she was told for the next thirty days. Etta finished loading the items on the tray and lifted it. She left the kitchen and walked across the room. “Keigo, I saw you rubbing your stomach.” She nodded towards his hand, now still, across his flat stomach. “I think you need some of my tender loving healing.” She spoke to him like an ill-mannered child as she came to stand before him with tray in hand.

The Flavor of Love “I need something, starting with sleep,” he commented. “What do you have there?” “I made some Rooibos tea, it will help settle your stomach. There is also some fresh fruit and cream, because you didn’t eat breakfast this morning. You know how they say, “breakfast is the most important meal of the day”? Well, it’s the truth and with your sensitive stomach you need to be in a relaxing place, with no televisions and telephones when you eat your meals. Also no more eating on the run, you need to eat at least three meals a day.” “Who has time?” Keigo stood and took the tray from her hands placing it on the low table in front of the sofa. “Anyone who wants to live past fifty?” She replied quirking her eyebrow at him and dropping down beside him. “Is that you? Because I know I plan on being a sharp old lady like my grandmother.” Etta winked at him. “Gran, was ninety-two when she died and didn’t look a day over seventy. She worked until her heart started giving out on her. I believe she managed to squeeze out the last year of her life on being pissed because she had to retire, alone. Hell, the only reason Gran didn’t live longer was because without the carnival, she basically died from boredom.” Etta couldn’t believe Keigo was here in her home having a conversation with her as if they were old friends. In a way she felt as if they were. He had been a constant thought in her mind since she spoke with him last. In her dreams and waking hours she played his features. She loved the sexy shape of his mouth, his arrogant profile, aquiline nose, and the Asian beauty of his heavy-lidded eyes. Since Neil died, she barely gave any man a second look, but with Keigo, Etta couldn’t take her eyes off of him and she had no idea why or what made him different from any other man she’d come in contact going on four years. He wasn’t considered textbook gorgeous, but he had an attractive quality and calmness about him that made you take notice and want to get to know him better. The more she saw of him, the more handsome he was becoming to her. “May I ask what is this roo-ee-bus tea?” He asked, not sure if he wanted to drink something, he hadn’t ever heard of. “It’s also called African Red Tea, because of where it comes from and it’s color. It’s my own special blend.” She watched quietly as he smelled the contents. “Smells fruity,” Keigo commented. “I’m not big on fruity tasting beverages.” “Yeah, you rather have hot dog type stuff with extra sautéed onions, I know, that’s what you like. My job is to tell you what you need. You have my services for a month you might as well use me.” Keigo’s mouth spread into a wide grin as he placed the cup at his mouth and there was a boyish twinkle in his eyes. Etta rolled her eyes heavenward and snorted on a laugh. “You know what I mean.” 69

Shiree McCarver “What?” He looked at her with feigned innocence removing the cup from his mouth before he took a sip. “I didn’t say anything.” “It’s what you didn’t say that I was responding to, so don’t even pretend like you don’t know. Now drink,” she ordered. Etta saw the hesitation his face as he looked down at the contents in the cup. “What is it now?” “I don’t like tea that much.” “A Japanese man that doesn’t like tea?” Etta asked. “Are you kidding me?” “Do you like pickled pigs feet?” Keigo came back. “No,” she grimaced. “An African American woman that don’t like pigs feet? Are you kidding me?” “Touché, I apologize.” Etta conceded, with a soft smile on her lips. “For the record, I do like pickled pigs feet,” he supplied. “You would,” she shook her head. “It’s just something else that is too heavy for your stomach in its current condition. I suppose that means you haven’t been drinking the tea I placed in the gift basket with the soup?” “Yes, I tried it,” he replied with an affronted glare. “I just didn’t like it. I did, however, eat all the soup and it was delicious, thank you.” “I see.” Etta released a deep sigh, speared a piece of honeydew melon with a toothpick and dipped it in cream before shoving it in her mouth. Etta simmered. Why was he so stubborn? She was only trying to help him, but what good would it do if he didn’t want to be helped. She ate a strawberry and sipped on her tea.

The silence stretched between them. She plopped in a

piece of cantaloupe and dipped her finger in the whip cream. Before she could lick the cream off her finger, Keigo had her by the wrist. She looked up to find him glaring at her. “Etta, I can tell you’re upset with me.” Keigo’s lips puckered with annoyance. He downed the warm contents of the mug and his scowl deepened. “Ugh. See, all gone. So say something,” he urged. “If you’re upset with me then say so.” You didn’t have a problem telling me what you thought the other day.” “You’re my boss for the next thirty days,” she remarked, pleased at how casual she sounded. “Does that mean you will no longer have an opinion of your own?” His tone was coolly disapproving. “Keigo,” she whispered her gaze lifted and lock with his. “My whip cream is melting.” He moved closer till his forehead nearly touched hers. “Allow me.” He pulled her hand taking her finger into his mouth and sucked.

The Flavor of Love Etta’s heart lurched. Her blood dashed to her crotch and her clitoris pulsed with each pull of his mouth on her finger. Her eyes quivered shut. “Did I get it all?” “Oh, yes,” she breathed before opening her eyes. With a jolt of realization at his masculine laugh, her eyes opened. Etta could feel the heat spreading over her face and neck. “I’m not your boss, I’m your co-worker along with everyone else that has volunteered their services at the camp.” His cool impersonal tone broke the erotic spell of the moment and Etta felt as if she had just had cold water doused over her head. “I’m not a volunteer,” she reminded. “Of course you are,” he countered. “You could have paid the fine or you could have hired a lawyer and fought the community service, but you chose to volunteer. I have a feeling that if the circumstances had been different you would have willingly volunteered on your on accord.” “Why would you think that?” Etta asked, surprised at his statement. “Everything I’ve read about you, the things you have told me, the things I’ve heard from others. All of it speaks of a good heart, Etta.” He let out a long audible breath. “Do you know what I find likeable in you?” “What?” Her mouth twitched. “My loud mouth? You seemed to be enjoying my finger a minute ago.” Smiling, he touched one of her mini braids resting over her shoulder and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. “As a matter-of-fact, yes to both.” He nodded. “I like the fact that you have a mind of your own and that you don’t hold back no matter what. I want you to feel like you can continue to be who you are around me.” Keigo released the braid. “Okay, you asked for it,” Etta warned. “ You pissed me off about the tea, which I’m beginning to wonder if you did it just to get a rise our of me.” She narrowed her eyes on him suspiciously. “I don’t know why you rather sit in pain, then to choke down some freakin’ tea. What does it matter if you like it or not as long as it helps you? Also…” her voice trailed off at his pleased grin. “Also what?” “Also you had no business sucking my finger like that! It makes me think all kinds of wicked thoughts,” she revealed in a rush. “If you do something like that again, then I’m liable to…to…” “To what?” His deep sexy voice made her heart lurch. “You don’t want to know.” Keigo nodded at her. “Yes, I do.” He leaned closer. “Do you know you have the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen?”

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Shiree McCarver Etta didn’t know what had gotten into Keigo. His behavior was nothing like it was the day in the courtroom or his office. He was like a different person. She didn’t think it was a bad thing, but it was a tad unnerving. “Keigo are you feeling alright?” She asked in a shrilled voice, concern tightening in her stomach. “You look a bit feverish to me.” Etta reached out and touched his forehead. He was burning up. “Etta, I’d feel better if you would kiss me with those sexy lips,” Keigo murmured. His large hands took her face and held it gently. “Keigo, you don’t know what you’re saying, you’re ill,” Etta tried to reason. He wasn’t hearing it. His lips covered hers hungrily. Her eyes grew wide. Should she make him stop? His lips were warm and moist and more persuasive then she cared to admit. She tried to resist, but it had been so long since she had been kissed and she forgot how wonderful and sensual a good kiss alone could be. Keigo’s moist, firm mouth demanded a response and she didn’t have the heart to resist any longer. Parting her lips, she leaned in to welcome his tongue tracing the fullness of her lips. Etta returned his kisses with mindless abandon. Etta quivered as the kiss went from passionate to sweetly tender. He pressed his lips to her brow, the side of her cheek. He kissed her chin and the side of her throat. “You are so lovely Etta, I really could foolishly lose my heart to you, did you know that?” Etta couldn’t speak, she could see in his eyes he was feverish and he may not remember a think he said once the fever broke, but for now she just wanted to savor the feel of a man’s kiss, his touch. For this moment she wanted to pretend that they were madly in love with all the hopes of a future before them. “Keigo,” she whispered his name. A lone tear glided down her cheek and he caught it with his lips pressed to her face. “Don’t cry,” Keigo crooned. “I will be here fore you. I promise.” Etta released a choke sob. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this, until now. How could she think she’d be happy never knowing this feeling again for the rest of her life? Damn Keigo and bless him for reminding her how wonderful it felt to feel so alive. She sat there in his arms as he kissed the tip of her nose, then her eyes, and, finally, he adoringly seized her mouth once more. It was a kiss for her hardened soul to melt into. Gently she felt herself being eased down onto the couch. His hand found it’s way under her front knotted t-shirt and fondle one braless small globe. Its ruddy nipple blossomed hard beneath his hot palm. Etta gasped into his mouth. The gentle massage sent currents of desire through her. Her legs spread apart to accommodate his lean hips. Etta helped his trembling hand as he removed it to unknot her t-shirt. Once they released the knot he swept up her t-shirt, the cool air to her naked heat flesh was exactly what she needed to keep her from going up in flames. Her reward for allowing him to have his way was the feel of his tongue tantalizing her nipples

The Flavor of Love that had swollen to the fullest point. She could feel the tugging sensation from his mouth all the way down to her sensitive clitoris. Etta arched into him. Her fingers buried deeply into the thick silken strands of his hair. She bit her bottom lip to minimize the whimpering that wrenched from her dry throat as his tongue made a path down her ribs to her stomach and stopped. Stop? No! Don’t stop now…not now! She screamed in her mind. Etta panted coming up on her elbows, her face rested against the bunched up t-shirt nestled beneath her chin. She heard a gentle snoring emanating from her Asian Casanova. He’d passed out before reaching glory land. With a frustrated growl Etta dropped back to the sofa with his heavy dead weight between her spread thighs. “Etta are you in here? The young man’s driver and I are on the front porch! Hello?” Auntie Loo! Etta mind raced and she tugged her t-shirt back over her breast the best she could. Etta struggle to push Keigo off of her, but he was too heavy for her petite frame. “Come on, Keigo!” She whispered. “Wake up! Please,” she ended on a whine. “Etta? Oh my!” Etta turned to see Auntie Loo and a tall gorgeous swarthy skinned man with a big white grin on his face. “I see Keg, has made himself at home.” “I don’t know who you are, but could you shut up and get him off of me. He has a fever and I was trying to help him.” The tall man came around a beaming snickering Auntie Loo. “I’m Keigo’s driver and bodyguard, Enriquez Valdez, but everyone calls me Reko.” His grin widened more, if it were possible. “If I get a fever will you help me too?” He teasingly asked. “After I kick your cute ass!” Etta growled. “Don’t just stand there can’t you see he’s being attacked, guard him!” “I like you already,” Reko commented lifting an unconscious Keigo from Etta’s rumpled body as if he was a child. Etta rolled out from under Keigo and landed on the ground in huff. A laughing Reko allowed Keigo to drop back down on the couch and he reached out a hand to Etta. “Hello, beautiful. You want to run to Vegas and get married?”

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Shiree McCarver CHAPTER 6 “So you really believe in this tea stuff? It really will help my stomach?” “Are you telling me you trust me enough to know what’s best for your wayward kids, but not enough, to know what will help you? I’ve gotten you over your fever haven’t I? Aren’t you already feeling better?” He sheepishly grinned and murmured, “Maybe after another day I will be able to leave your place. I really appreciate you putting me up like this and taking care of me.” Keigo leaned back on the bed pillows and opened his mouth. Etta gave him a hard narrowed stare before spearing another chunk of watermelon with the fork and held it to his mouth. He locked his hand around hers and accepted the fruit into his mouth. She couldn’t believe she was taking care of a grown man that was worse then any six-year-old when he was sick. Also, why was he here in her guest room? She couldn’t believe it when Auntie Loo suggested Keigo stay here until he was better. What did she look like a hospital? Etta stabbed another piece of watermelon, picturing Keigo’s head. “Keigo?” “Hmm?” He opened his mouth and took another bite. She looked at him with fluttering lashes and a sugary sweet smile that didn’t match the agitation she was feeling inside. “Why am I still feeding you when you have two perfectly good hands?” “Because, I’m still feeling too weak,” he said in a low mewling voice. “It’s funny how you’re too weak to feed yourself but you no longer need my help to use the bathroom.” She saw his face turn beet red all the way to his scalp and ears and laughed. “Okay!” He pouted at her. “I will start feeding myself. If I get it all over my pajamas from my shaking hand, then you’ll have to wash me again.” “Yeah, about that,” Etta handed him the bowl of leftover watermelon before giving him the fork. “Did you know that you have the cutest little heart shaped mole just below--” “Hey! Why were you doing all that searching while I was unconscious?” Keigo interrupted. “You are a healer aren’t you? Isn’t that like a nurse? Aren’t you suppose to be all nurse-like and not notice such things and if you did not mention them?” “Well, some one is feeling better,” he heard a familiar cackle from the bedroom door and groaned. “I believe he is too Auntie Loo, even thought he won’t admit it.” Etta shook her head. “Why should he? He’s getting waited on hand and foot by two gorgeous women and I think he loves my wash downs the best.” Auntie Loo revealed. Keigo started coughing. Etta took his bowl and fork setting it aside on the black lacquered Asian styled low table by the matching platform bed. She giggled patting his back until the coughing subsided.

The Flavor of Love “I thought.” He coughed pushing his disheveled hair back off his brow. “You, were the one bathing me, Auntie Loo?” “You think Etta would have done it?” She winked at him. “I didn’t think it was appropriate for Etta to be touching you in all your private places, knowing you were going to be her boss for the next month.” “I see she finally told you everything,” he mumbled. “And for both of your information, I’m not going to be her boss. At Bent Arrow it’s a group effort. We are co-workers.” “Mmm, are you saying, Handsome, you wanted Etta to see and touch all your private parts?” Keigo went red again, making Etta wonder if he was getting feverish again. She intervened on his behalf knowing Auntie Loo could be exhausting once she got on a role. “Auntie Loo, didn’t you say you and Bertha was going to take care of my morning runs to the market? You know all the good stuff is gone within an hour after the doors are open.” “What’s with all that talking you doing?” Auntie Loo grumbled. “If you want to be alone with him just say so. I will be back in two hours. Two hours exact. That should give you plenty of time to do the things that I wouldn’t’ t do.” She cackled and added before rambling out the door, “And I have done the entire book of Karma Sutra, want to borrow it?” “Oh my God,” Etta laughed. “She is so embarrassing.” Keigo looked at her with raised eyebrows, “Do you think she really has a book on the Karma Sutra?” “Without a doubt,” Etta shook her head. “I’m going to go clean up the kitchen and do my work out.” “Wait, you’re going to leave me alone?” Keigo called out to her and she turned to look at him in question. “I thought you would stay with me and finish reading that book to me.” “I was reading the book aloud, thinking you were asleep,” Etta corrected. “Don’t tell me you have become of the Interracial Romances that I read.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I wouldn’t go that far, but after hearing that much of the story I figured they were bound to get to the sex part sooner then later.” “Oh God, save me from men!” Etta cried out. “I will be back in fifteen minutes to continue the story an if I see any part of your body hardening besides your ears, then I’m out of here.” Etta grinned walking down the hall the deep and wonderful sound of Keigo’s laughter in her ears. She hated to admit it but it felt good to have a man in the house with her. *** Keigo head dropped back on the pillow with a chuckle. He bent his arms beneath his head and looked up at the dove gray painted ceiling. He knew he had held out as long as he could and it would be time for him to return to his own home. It had been two days and there was so much left for him to do. Nan had called him seven times and been buy three times with paperwork and such.

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Shiree McCarver Etta had been right, his life was too hectic and it was slowly killing him. He never really cared enough to think about living a long life, knowing his wife and daughter had already left this world without him. He didn’t look forward to growing old alone, with just his bitter memories to haunt him, but Etta gave him hope. She made him thinking about the future and the advantages life had to offer that he was missing out on. As far as he was concern these past few days couldn’t have worked out better if he had planned it himself. Fate had intervened and gave him this opportunity to get to know Etta better. Admittedly being as ill as he felt at the time with the deep pain in his gut, he could have done without, but if it hadn’t happened he wouldn’t have the sweet memories that he played over and over again in his mind. The pill he took to ease the pain on an empty stomach combined with exhaustion had knocked him on his ass, but what lousy timing! Etta had been surrendering to his kisses before he passed out. Was that a good thing or a bad thing is what he wasn't sure of. It had been awhile since a woman had buried herself this deep in his thoughts. Keigo had come to realize one thing while spending the past few days in Etta's care, he was falling for her, and he was falling for her hard and fast. The question that nagged him was, if he had the right to bring another woman into his life? What if what happened to Claire and Miko happened again? No, why should it? He thought. He was no longer in the same position he had been nearly four years ago. He had given up his and his father’s dream of being on the Supreme Court someday to assure that his mother and the rest of his family would be safe. “Judge Gorgeous, what’s on your mind? Keigo looked up to find Etta leaning against the guest bedroom door. Today she wore a creamy silky tshirt with a pair of wide leg blue jeans, her wonderful thick hair was pushed back from her brow with a cream and blue tie-dye scarf, two of the three thin braids rested over her right shoulder. Keigo’s eyes drifted down to her lovely feet he was coming to adore and instead of her usual jewelry, they were completely naked. “Hey, can I ask you something?” He asked with a welcoming smile, pushing himself up in the bed and pulling the extra pillows from the untouched side of the bed behind his back for extra support. Etta pushed herself away from the door and walked over to sit at his feet on the bed. She crossed her legs Indian style. “I asked you what’s on your mind,” she reminded. “Is everything okay?” Her eyes grew wide with concern. It warmed him to see her place her delicate hand on his leg naturally as if he was hers to touch. At that moment he wished there were no bed covers or clothing between them and he could take up where he left off on the sofa.

The Flavor of Love “Why do you call me Judge Gorgeous, Handsome and all those complimentary things, instead of Judge Kyou? Or Keigo, even.” “I do call you Keigo, sometimes,” she raised her eyebrows at him. “Sure you weren't,” Keigo looked at her doubtfully. Again she laughed and the dimples flashed at him. He was smitten. “The truth is…until I get to know a person, I'm really bad with remembering names.

Faces, I

remember, your favorite foods and any food allergies I never forget, but I truly suck at names, to the point of embarrassment. Therefore, until I get to know you, I have this little name association game I like to play to remind me.

Now when I look at you, I think, “Judge Handsome…Judge Sexy…Judge Keigo

Kyou…Keigo.” Keigo laughed, nodding his head. “That has to be the craziest thing I have ever heard, and all this time getting an ego boost because I thought you were telling me I was handsome, gorgeous and sexy.” “Hey, don’t knock it. It works,” she chastised. “Also, for your information, I can’t associate those words with you, if I didn’t think they were true.” Keigo ’s eyes showed his pleasure at her confession. That was until she took him down a notch with her usual saucy tongue. “If I remember correctly I also called you Judge Bully, but it’s funny how you didn’t remember that one.” “I didn’t forget,” he grinned. “I just found that one inappropriate.” “Oh, you!” She tried to pinch him through the covers but lucky for him she couldn’t get a good hold. Keigo lifted a pillow and landed it against her face. She fell back on the bed from the impact and became still, her eyes closed. He felt as if a fist had gripped his heart and squeezed. His stomach lurched. Throwing off the covers Keigo leaned over her and grasped her shoulders. Lightly shaking her he cried out, “Etta! Sweetheart, wake up,” he said frantically. “I'm so sorry. I hadn't realized I hit you that ha-Ouch!” Keigo clinched his buttocks from the pinch he felt on his bottom. Etta’s shoulders shook with laughter. Her soothing brown eyes twinkled with merriment. “Gotcha! You really sounded worry.” “Oh you think that was funny, huh?” Keigo laughed aloud and tickled her. “You are a little sneak,” he accused with an amused growl. Grasping her slender wrist in his hand he held them flat upon the mattress while straddling her hips to hold her still. “You’re heavy,” she whined. “Liar. I barely have all my weight on you,” he countered. “How come you never got married again, Keigo?” Etta surprised him by asking.

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Shiree McCarver His eyes bore into hers, the smile faded from his face. “Why?” Keigo snapped before regaining composure and releasing her wrist. He rolled off of her onto his back crooking his arms beneath his head. Keigo stared up at the ceiling. “I suppose I haven’t met the right person.” Etta came up on one elbow lying on her side next to him. “Is that the real reason?” He looked over at her and asked, “What other reason could there be?” She shrugged one shoulder and plucked at the bedding. “I thought maybe it was for the same reason I haven’t been with anyone else since Neil died.” “What reason is that?” He reached up and tucked a shell tip braid behind one of her ears. She blinked at him, the sadness he saw on her face he could understand better than anyone. He waited for her to answer, and if she chose not to he wasn’t going to push. Keigo didn’t have to wait too long before she quietly spoke. “I’m scared to love like that again,” Etta said. “I think if I take that chance once more and something were to happen to him, I wouldn’t be able to survive it a second time around.” Keigo released a long sigh and rolled over on to his side he propped his elbow on the mattress and braced his cheek on his knuckles. They were practically nose-to-nose now, staring at each other. He could tell she was waiting for something. Probably, for him to be as honest about why he was alone as she had been. “Etta, the car accident that killed my family and nearly killed me wasn’t an accident. Someone had severed my break lines. It had been raining for days and that day wasn’t an exception. The next thing I knew, cars seemed to have just stopped in the middle of the causeway. I hit the breaks and nothing happened. As I slammed into a dirt embankment my seat belt broke and I was thrown from the car. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up twenty days later in the hospital.” “Your wife and daughter?” “They told me they died on impact and I could only hope that was true because when the automobile slammed into the embankment it caused a mud slide. They told me they had been buried beneath the mud. I still have nightmares at the thought that there could have been a chance they were buried alive,” he shuddered inwardly at the thought. “I know that must have been horrific for you.” Etta reached out and touched his face before dropping her hand back to the mattress. “I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.” A glazed look of despair spread over his face. Keigo swallowed hard and bit back his tears. “They didn’t know when or if I would ever wake up and for the sake of Claire’s family had to release the bodies into their care. There was nothing left for me. I was so damn angry, Etta. I’m still angry and don’t speak to Claire’s family any longer.”

The Flavor of Love “I can understand the anger, but you must understand why they had to go ahead with the funeral,” she spoke softly. The muscle in Keigo's jaw worked profusely as he bit on his back teeth. “That isn't why I'm angry at them. I'm angry because when I could finally leave the hospital and return home they had already cleared out all of Claire and Miko's things. They had no fucking right! I was her husband, and Miko's father. I should have been allowed to keep everything the way it was, for as long as I needed it to be.” “Oh my God,” Etta breathed. “How could they be so calloused? It took me nearly a year before I could get rid of Neil’s things and I still have a few keepsakes I can’t bare to part with. Such as a pillow that still had his smell.” Keigo saw her expressive eyes were bordered with tears before the slowly found their way down her cheeks. He didn’t know if she was crying for him or herself, but either way it touched him like no one else has been able to for a long time. His feelings for her were intensifying. Gathering her into his arms, he held her snugly and settled back, enjoying the feel of her against him. They shared an intense loss both emotionally and physically and it continued to be a draining story to recap, but he felt better for sharing it with her. “I’m scared too, Etta,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m scared that whomever sabotaged my car is still out there waiting until I’m happy again, to strike once more. I’m scared for the same reasons you are, but you know what scares me the most?” She shook her head against his chest in silence. He buried his fingers into the silkiness of her hair. “I’m terrified to live the rest of my life waking up alone and being okay with it.” His voice broke with huskiness. “Regardless of what life gives us, love is a big part of living and I have to believe that if I didn’t die with my family that day, then I still have a lot living to do.” Keigo leaned to the side to look at her face. A tender smile came to his lips. Etta was asleep. He sure it was his fault, with him being in her home and she waiting on him hand and foot. As much as he hated to leave the comfort her home brought him. They only had a week before going to Bent Arrow and there was still much for him to do. He must return to his own quiet home. He looked at her once again and decided, tomorrow would be soon enough. *** “Reko will be here soon,” Keigo informed Etta. “I want to thank you for putting up with me. I owe you one.” “I think we can call everything even,” She said softly. “I appreciate what you’ve done, by not forcing me into a jail cell and I enjoyed the company.” “Your mother and brother? Why haven’t I met them, yet?” 79

Shiree McCarver “Mom has a place around the block but she is currently visiting my brother Toby and his wife in Oakland. They are expecting their second child any day now. This time it’s a girl and mom is excited to see if she will take after her or not.” “You mean psychic?” “Yes,” she answered and smiled at him. “Watch it now. I might start to think you’ve become a believer.” “I must admit while being around you and Auntie Loo these past few days, I’m beginning to believe there is something unusual going on?” Starting with me. Keigo thought to himself. He held her warm gaze, wondering why they were sitting so far apart. He was on the sofa while she was on a cushion on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table. After waking in his arms later in the afternoon they enjoyed what Etta called a “stomach friendly” dinner of a lobster salad, freshly baked hardcrusted French bread. Etta had no alcohol in the house so he called Reko to bring him a bottle of Biltmore Estate Viognier white wine from his personal stash. After a fifteen-minute lecture about the wine from Etta, he managed to have an extremely pleasant dinner. Keigo realized not only could he get use to being with Etta on a full time bases he also could get use to her cooking. She was a wonderful chef. So wonderful in fact, he felt guilty for gaining her free services for his camp. Of course everyone was there on a volunteer bases but after seeing all the patients and care into her preparing a meal, he realized she was very well worth whatever she charged for her services. “What are you thinking?” “I was thinking of how fortunate I was to get to eat your cooking for the next month. I almost hate sharing you with my kids, now that’s saying a lot.” Keigo’s body responded to the sound of her naturally throaty voice. He could no longer set aside the feelings that swept through him. “I was also wondering why you are sitting so far away,” he smiled. Keigo moved to the edge of the sofa and leaned across the low coffee table bracing his hands against the sturdy wood. He came near enough to her face that his eyes nearly crossed from their closeness. Gazing into her eyes, wide in surprise, he speculated about what he saw there. Did Etta feel the same strange and unexpected connection between them as he did? It’s been so long since he wanted something this bad. He almost forgot how wonderful it could feel. “Etta, may I kiss you again?” He licked his lips. “I want to know if it was a wonderful as I remembered or if it was the fever.” “Must you?” She licked her lips and his penis responded with wishful thinking. “It could complicate matters.” “I’ll take my chances,” he said intensely. “That is, if you are willing.” “I’ll let you be the…Judge,” she punned.

The Flavor of Love “About dammed time you allowed me to do my job,” he whispered before his mouth came down on top of hers, and it was as impressive as he remembered. Her mouth was warm, soft, and welcoming. He nibbled at her lips until she opened her mouth to him, and then his tongue eased inside and God save him that was better then he remembered. She tasted fruity and sweet, like the mini-pastries she prepared with tea for him to take with him. The kiss only set him up for wanting more, but regretfully he lifted his head away from hers, it was too soon to press for more, when he wasn’t quite too sure where he was prepared to go to next. “That was nice,” she said dreamily. Nice, hell. He was on fire. Maybe he was losing his touch. “I think I need one more kiss. After all, it won’t hurt anything,” he murmured eyeing her luscious mouth. He started to kiss her once more and stopped when he heard someone calling her name from the front porch. A deep scowl came to his face. “What do you have here and open door policy?” He leaned back on the sofa, placing much needed distant between his lips and hers. “Not usually.” Etta released a soft laugh coming up on her feet. “But I usually don’t have a man staying over for a few days, nor do I kiss men I hardly know, so it seems to be the week for firsts.” “Etta! Why is the screen door locked?” “Coming, Mommy!” Keigo grasped her wrist and stopped her. “Mommy?” Keigo’s mouth dropped wide. “I thought you said she was out of town at your brother’s.” “Like I said, I don’t usually have men staying over, she probably flew in just to see what’s going on for herself. I’m sure Auntie Loo has filled her in on everything,” Etta spoke in hushed tones. “Flew in? On what a broom?” He laughingly teased, letting go of her wrist. He knew he went to far when she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “You got jokes, huh? And for the hundredth time we’re not witches, we’re psychics!” “I was just teasing.” Keigo caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “If you aren’t witches too, how can Big Bertha shrink my you know what?” He asked. Etta laughed. He got her to laugh and that was all that mattered. “Keigo, Bertha isn’t a psychic. She is a hoodoo woman,” she explained. “What is a hoo--?” “Etta Mae Jones! If you’re busy in there doing something you shouldn’t be doing I’m going to tan your hide. Come open this screen door right now, gal.” Keigo’s placed a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. “It’s not funny,” Etta hissed at him. “ She’s serious. I got my last switching when I was seventeen.” 81

Shiree McCarver “Etta May!” Keigo laughed. “I see why you dropped the rest of your name. I suppose it’s better then Etta February, Etta December, or--” “M-a-e, you ass!” “I’m sorry. M-a-e, he repeated. Oh, that’s sooo much better,” he snorted. “Okay, I’m glad you think it’s funny, because now that my mother is here, there will be no more kissing for you, Judge Ain’t Gonna Get None.” Etta licked out her tongue at him and disappeared down the hall. The smile dropped from Keigo’s face. “Damn,” he cursed softly and mumbled, “I’m going to get me some more kisses, Miss Etta Mae, even if I have to relapse until we’re alone again. I wonder how Mommy would like that?” “Mommy, wouldn’t like that at all, Judge Kyou.” Keigo looked up at the hall entrance at the sound of the authoritative voice. He swallowed deeply. A sheepish grin came to his lips and he felt his face and ears growing hot. “Mrs. Jones, nice to meet you.” “Etta, stop that giggling like a silly school girl,” Fay Jones chastise. “So you are the young man Auntie Loo has been carrying on about. Tell me what is this I hear about you and my baby girl being found half naked on the sofa?” Gulp.

The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 7 “I probably wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t been ill, Mrs. Jones.” Keigo managed after being stared down by an older version of Etta. Fay Jones was about two inches taller with a more voluptuous figure, but she was still a looker. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back in a chignon and she was attired in red dress pants and an ivory button-down blouse. “Is that so?” She lifted an eyebrow at him. “You sure you weren’t pretending to be sick that day?” “Mommy, he was really sick ask Auntie Loo, she’s been helping me take care of him,” Etta intervene. “Mrs. Jones, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of your daughter,” Keigo reasoned. “I don’t mind.” The daughter in question winked at him. “Etta, you aren’t helping,” Keigo and Fay snapped at the same time. Stunned, they threw their head back in laughter and the tense moment subsided. “Judge Kyou, please call me Fay.” She held out her hand to him. “Thank you for keeping my smart mouthed daughter out of jail,” Keigo accepted her hand. “Call me Keigo, and it seems to be working out in my favor. Etta will be an asset at my camp.” “Well, anyways, I was just teasing you. My daughter need some good kissing and anything else she can get, to put a smile on her face.” “Mommy!” Keigo grinned. Seeing Etta embarrassed was priceless. “I don’t know if I can help you there, now that I’m no longer ill, I don’t know if I still want to kiss her.” Keigo received a sound kick to his chin and Etta was the one who cried out and hopped around on one bare foot. They laughed. “I’m glad you two think it’s funny.” Etta pouted. “I think I might have broken my toe. Your blasted leg is as hard as your head.” “Etta, why don’t you take that handsome young man name Reko some of your pastries and some tea while I get to know the man that will be taking my only daughter away for a month, unsupervised. He had pulled into the drive about the same time I did.” “Mommy,” Etta whined. “I’m not a child.” “No, you’re just sounding like one,” Faye looked over her shoulder as she slipped her arm into the crook of Keigo’s elbow and led him to the couch. “Now, go on, sweetie. I need to find out what’s going on. This one here is stealing your kisses, while the one out in the car says he taking you to Las Vegas to get married.” “What!” Keigo and Etta exclaimed in unison. 83

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“No, because she wouldn’t tell me, if it’s something shared

between you two. In a way we are like doctors, we keep what we see about other during a reading unless it’s necessary to share, and then she will only disclose what I need to know.” “I don’t think I ever met women like all of you,” Keigo said in wonder. “I’m very glad to have met you Etta and I look forward to spending more time with you at the camp.” “Me too,” Reko interrupted plopping the last bite of apple strudel in his mouth.

“I never tasted

something so wonderful. Thank you Etta.” “Well it will be great having you in my kitchen Reko.” Etta remarked. “I have to be the one to judge if you are as good at slicing and dicing as you claim.” “Reko, what is this I hear about you whisking Etta away to Las Vegas?” “A woman this pretty, fine and can cook. I propose right away,” Reko crossed his arms over his broad chest. “No reason to waste time and let her get away from me. That is unless you’ve already staked your claim.”

The Flavor of Love Keigo had two sets of eyes on him and he cleared his throat, not about to declare his interest in Etta to his best friend before he had the chance to broach the subject with her. “Shouldn’t you be waiting at the car?” “I came to tell you Nan’s been trying to reach you but your messages are going straight to voicemail.” Keigo removed his cell phone from the clip at his waist and saw that his battery had died. “Did she happen to say what she wanted?” “You two o’clock was moved up to one o’clock and it’s been rescheduled twice so it’s a must or you will lose out on the bid.” “Damn,” Keigo washed a hand over his face. “I suppose the vacation is over.” “I’ll talk to you soon Etta,” Reko winked and waved. “Thanks again for the breakfast. Anytime you want to feed me, I’m gain and I don’t have a sensitive stomach like Keg here.” “Don’t you need to do whatever it is you do?” Keigo voiced roughly. “I help watch your back, and I drive because I can’t convince you to give it another go,” Reko pointed out. “Right now, I’m guarding your back because Etta is eyeing your ass like a diabetic eyeing a chocolate bar. She’s not sure if she should take a bite knowing it’s not good for her, but it’s not keeping her from wanting it…badly.” Etta’s mouth opened, then shut, then shut, as she gawked at Reko incredulously. “Reko, do you really want to piss off the woman that will be overseeing your meals and in the kitchen with you holding a big knife?” Keigo grinned as her face flushed red in the late morning sunlight. “Etta, are you checking me out?” “Both of you can leave now.” Reko laughed. “Aye caramba, oh hell, I think it will be in my best interest if I go wait in the car. I suppose I’m not the one you want to go to Vegas with,” he joked. “What about your Moms, Etta? She’s hot. You think she’d be interested?” “I don’t think so, she has been dating Frank for the past two years.” Etta shook her head smiling. “If you want a sure thing, I suggest you ask Auntie Loo?” Keigo laughed. “Err, no thanks, she’s already offered, and even though I pride myself for my prowess I don’t think even I could handle Auntie Loo. Do you know she has done everything in the Karma Sutra?” “She’s had a lot of years to get through the book,” Keigo reminded. “No, she’s had time to get through the book twice. Now, she says since last week she wore out the guy she was sleeping with, she was wondering if I were interested in giving it go!” Reko exclaimed with a visible shudder. Keigo and Etta laughed. 85

Shiree McCarver “Hand me your overnight bag, Keg. I’ll put it in the car.” Reko held out his hand and took the leather duffle bag he’d delivered to Etta’s place with personal essentials such as pajamas, underwear, grooming kit, and a change of clothing the morning after Keigo had passed out. “If we’re going to make it across town in time you have ten minutes to say your goodbyes. See ya soon, Etta. I’m looking forward to working with you.” “Me too, Reko. See ya,” Etta waved. “I’m right behind you, Reko.” Keigo said before turning to look at Etta. “So, did I make the cut?” “Pardon me?” Her face showed her confusion. “Does my ass, meet your expectations?” “Reko was pulling your leg,” Etta rolled her eyes at him.

“I had plenty of time to check you

out…everywhere when we wrestled you into your pajamas.” Keigo cheeks reddened. “Oh, I thought Reko did that.” “He helped, but he was useless, because he couldn’t stop laughing.” Affronted, Keigo asked, “Laughing at what?” “You don’t want to know,” Etta warned. “I do want to know.” “Okay, remember you asked.” He saw Etta’s eyes were practically twinkling with amusement. He was beginning to wonder if he wanted to know “Auntie Loo, insisted on checking to see if your bottom felt as firm as it look,” Etta managed to say between laughing. Keigo bottom chin dropped. “You mean the old woman had the audacity to molest me while I was helpless.” “Hey,” Etta opposed. “I wouldn’t quite go that far. After all you’re Reko was in the room and he was doing his job of guarding your body.” “Not well if Auntie Loo got to cop a feel.” Keigo elongated eyes narrowed. “How about you? Did you do your own squeeze test?” “Yes,” Etta admitted to his surprise. “It was on the sofa. Just in case you forgot, you were doing a little squeeze testing of your own, Mister.” “Trust me, I haven’t forgotten a thing.” The back of Keigo’s fingers subtly grazed the side of her breast and he heard her gasp. The heated look he saw in Etta’s eyes as she returned his stare told him she was open to the possibility of continuing where they left off. It was all the encouragement Keigo needed to officially start pursuing her.

The Flavor of Love Keigo wasn’t sure if he was ready, but when he felt the pains of jealous watching the easy banter between Reko and her, he realized it was time to let go of the past as Auntie Loo had told him and move into the world of the living. He just prayed Etta was ready to do the same. “Thanks again, for everything Etta,” Keigo began. On a more serious note he said, “I was wondering if you don’t mind driving my jeep so that we can make the trip alone together.” “What about Reko? Isn’t he around to assure your safety?” Her brow puckered in concern. “It’s been some time since anyone has tried anything. I feel reasonably safe. I think he knows that to, it’s just he likes hanging out with me on the network’s payroll.” Keigo smirked. “Besides, he can follow us up there if it will make you feel better.” Keigo pushed wind swept curls from the side of her face. “Please say, yes and I’ll do anything you want.” “Anything?” “Anything, within reason.” He added considering with Etta, there was no telling what she would ask of him. Keigo should have realized he wasn’t going to like her request when she clasped his fingers in hers but he didn’t suspect anything until she pressed her breast against his arm and gave him a disarmingly impishsweet smile that set his cock on hard. “I want you to drive for me,” she requested. The smile faded from Keigo’s face and fear immediately clenched his gut. He withdrew his hand from hers shoving them both in his in his black trouser pockets. “Etta, you ask too much.” “Keigo, I will be there to take over if it becomes to much for you,” Etta promised. “But you have to try or you will never get past the fear that holds you back.” “No, Etta I’m not ready.” “If you’re not ready to start now, when will you be? Each year that passes the further you get away from moving forward and seizing back such a necessary part of living,” she reasoned. “Oh, really?” Keigo pointedly look at her. “Tell me Etta what about you? Are you ready to let go and seize back a necessary part of living?” “What do you mean?” She asked softly, her eyes narrowing. “Let go of what?” “The past? Neil.” He felt her withdraw from him as she took a step back. The mere mention of the man’s name made her shut down. “Neil is dead,” Etta said coldly. “I know this, but are you sure you do?” Keigo said. “Etta you live your life like he’s away at war and you’re waiting for him to come home and take up where you left off. You still have your wedding dress 87

Shiree McCarver hanging in your guest bedroom closet and its too soiled to every wear it again. What is it? A reminder to yourself when you feel like falling in love with another man? “Stop,” she said feebly. “Etta, how can you ask me to face my fears when you aren’t ready to face your own? If you can let go of the life you expected to have with Neil and open up your heart to me. I promise I will face my fears by your side.” Etta shook her head at him. “I can’t make you any promises, Keigo, I’m sorry.” “Etta--” he reached out to touch her face and she turned away from him. “Have Reko to drive the jeep. I will ride in the back,” she murmured. Her voice sounded emotionless to his ears. “Call me with the details.” She ran back up onto the porch. The slamming of the screen door sounded so final to his ears. “Hey you! Handsome!” He looked up and indeed there stood Auntie Loo at the bushes once again. “Hey, yourself,” Keigo called back “Our Little Etta’s stolen your heart hasn’t she?” “Yes,” he answered honestly, having a feeling it wouldn’t do any good to lie to, Auntie Loo. The older Asian woman giggled. “Do you want to throw in the towel after her reaction to you bringing up Neil?” “What were you doing squatting behind a bush over there enjoying the show?” He laughingly shook his dark head. “I suspect you already know the answer, so I won’t bother answering that question.” Keigo wondered what he had gotten himself into by immersing himself in the midst of Etta, her mother, who entrusted him with news that chilled his blood, and her strange neighbors. “Well, considering you kissed her and she let you. There is hope that you will bring her back to the present,” she winked at him. He was getting quite a few saucy winks lately, he noticed, but only one set of beautiful puppy-brown eyes mattered. “I hope I can live up to the conviction you and Etta’s mother, have in me.” “I see Fay told you that she saw you the day you were brought into the hospital unconscious and covered in blood?” Keigo nodded. “Did she also tell you what she saw that day?” “Yes.” “Then the rest is left up to you, Handsome, for you will be forced to face your greatest fear and when the times comes only you can choose to make the choice that will change the rest of your life or destroy it,” Auntie Loo said in a serious voice he hadn’t heard coming from her since meeting her.

The Flavor of Love Feeling a bit spooked by everything he’d heard and experience in the past forty-eight hours, he needed to do something routine, something less then supernatural. Keigo just wanted to put as much space between him and the psychic network that he could. He needed time to mull over everything. “Take care, Auntie Loo.” Keigo nodded his head and waved as he walked down the drive towards the car. “I’m here rooting for you, Handsome!” Keigo slid into the car’s leather interior. Even with door closed and windows up he could hear Auntie Loo’s tinkling laughter ringing in his ears “Keg, are you okay?” Reko asked turning the key in the ignition. The radio blasted Nowhere to Run by Martha and the Vandellas. Briefly, he wondered at the irony and timing of the song. “Let's just get out of here,” he stated fastening his seat belt. His long fingers pitter-pattered out the beat of the song on his knee as he hummed along. “Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide…” All in all it had been a good morning. Since Etta forced him to drink the healing tea, it was working as she promised and well-worth suffering the blah taste. Now that he’d made the decision to move on with his life guilt free, he already felt ten pounds lighter. Regardless of his progress he knew he wasn’t ready to get behind the will of a car again, not even to please Etta. Seeing Etta reaction to his bringing up Neil, he didn’t know if she would ever be able to open herself to him and allow him a place inside her heart. Keigo wanted Etta to be a part of his future and it took everything in him to not order Reko to turn around so he could make her realize what he’d come to realize. Love was for the living and they survived their ordeals for reason, maybe it was because they were meant to find each other. Keigo leaned his head back against the automobile headrest as the scene sped by. The songs lyrics continued to play over and over in his mind like a much-needed message that he needed to hear. “Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide…” *** Etta raced into the house. She could hear her heart pounding loudly in the roaring in her ears. A feeling of anxiety tore at her. There was something that felt so right about being with Keigo but she also felt wrong for betraying Neil’s memory. She covered her face briefly. “I won’t forget you. I won’t!” Not wanting to face her mother at the moment Etta ran to her bedroom closing the door softly. Oh God, she was attracted to Keigo. He was a fabulous kisser. She made a face and tried to obliterate that last thought. I promise I will face my fears by your side. 89

Shiree McCarver Shit, she was not going to fall in love with Keigo. Did she really want to continue living her life alone helping others while living her life in limbo of a dream that would never be? Etta strolled over to her bed and curled up on her side. Fifteen minutes later, her mother eased open her bedroom door and sauntered inside. “Hey, baby girl, I brought you some sweet iced tea.” “Like Gran use to make with the sliced oranges instead of lemons?” Etta asked pushed herself up into a sitting position and accepted the tall moist glass. “Is there any other way?” Her mother gave her a loving smile. Fay sat perched on the edge of Etta’s bed. “Is he a fabulous kisser?” Etta eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Mom, I can’t believe you asked me that.” Heat flooded her face. “He wants me to forget Neil,” she changed the subject. “I don’t think I could ever do that.” Fay nodded her head slowly. “I don’t think Keigo expects you to forget Neil, I think he just wants you to avoid seeing another chance at happiness staring you in the face because of it.” “I suppose, I just feel as if I’m betraying Neil, you know?” “Of course I know,” Fay patted and rubbed her daughter’s arm. “You think I didn’t go through the same doubts and fears about your father, once I started dating Neil’s father Frank?” “You did?” Etta voice was full of surprise. “How did you get past it?” “I asked myself if it was me who died instead, would I be able to live peacefully in the netherworld knowing the love of my life was over here living alone and unhappy with only memories of me? Of course not, your father was a passionate man with a lot of love to give. Who am I to deny another woman the opportunity to know him and love him? It would break my heart knowing he was alone. Who would take care of him?” “I never thought of it that way.” Etta pressed her hands together. “So, my choosing to live my life alone is probably not what Neil would want for me.” “Of course not sweetie. Neil would want you to have everything in your life he’s not able to give to you,” Fay spoke in her soothing knowing voice. “Yes,” Etta grinned. “Yes, wheat?” “Keigo’s a fabulous kisser.” “The moment I saw that sexy bottom lip, I knew it,” Fay chuckled. “Mommy. You aren’t supposed to notice such things.” “Are you kidding me?” Fay’s neatly arched eyebrows lifted. “Your momma’s in her prime I always notice things like that, I just take it out on Frank’s body.”

The Flavor of Love “Oh God,” Etta shook her head, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “Kids don’t want to hear about their mother’s doing it.” Fay scoffed. “That is the silliest thing I've ever heard. You assume someone dropped your butt off on the back porch? I was in labor twelve hours with your brother and eight with you and you both had big ass heads.” Etta took a deep drink of tea. She would never know the pains and joys of giving birth if she didn't allow herself to open up to the possibility of marrying and having children. “He said he'd be my side so that we may face our fears together, if I would let him.” “Open yourself up to Keigo, Etta. He’s had two great losses so you can’t say he doesn’t understand, because he does.” “All right.” Etta agreed. “I will try.” Fay patted her knee and pushed herself up from the bed. “When you start feeling doubtful, think about how wonderful his kisses are and listen to your heart, not your head. Your head is what will keep you running scared.”

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Shiree McCarver CHAPTER 8 Bent Arrow Camp Etta took a step back to look at the completed cleanup work in the camp’s commercial kitchen. As Keigo promised, she had two competent assistants that arrived on time and ready to work. They were a brother and sister team who came from a large family. Even though they had a family owned restaurant that they helped out in occasionally they had their own careers. Carla Valdez was a twenty something, blond physical education instructor and nutritionist, with a body to die for, and more bubbling energy than God should allow in one person. She was also Reko’s baby sister, the only girl with four older brothers. Working next to the both of them Etta had a chance to learn more about Reko and she found his life fascinating. He was a thirty-year-old ex-cop turned bodyguard. He could wield a mean butcher’s knife. She saw him de-bone a chicken in four minutes. Also, from what she heard he was an expert marksman and a wildlife survivalist. To her surprise, the three of them made a great team especially since neither seemed to have a problem with her being in charge. Etta knew she had Keigo to thank for everything running so smoothly and she would thank him if they happened to cross paths for more then five minutes at a time. She decided he was either trying to avoid her, or was too busy getting things ready to notice she was alive. The ride up was spent with Keigo and Carla riding in the back holding their own private conversation while she was left to the humorous cleverness of Reko to distract her. Still, the jealousy that reared its ugly head inside her made her realize she should have set things right with Keigo before they left home. What if it was too late? There seem to be an underlying tension between Keigo and Carla, had they been lovers? Etta longed to seek out Keigo. She missed sparring with him. Anything was better than being ignored by him. She looked around one last time. Everything was in order for the inspectors' arrival in two days. For the next few days they could relax and enjoy themselves because once the teens arrived at the camp things were bound to get hectic. “Hey, Carla, and Reko, thank you for a great job. Once you looked over the start-out menu and note anything I might be missing, you can take off and I will see you in the morning at six-thirty a.m., so we can get a big southern comfort breakfast out for the crew. We might as well give this kitchen a test run for what’s to come.” “Wow we get two extra hours of sleep, it will feel like a vacation.” Reko spoke up. “I’m going to go ahead and slice up the breakfast ham. I will make sure my area is cleaned before I shut the kitchen down for the evening.”

The Flavor of Love “You’re the meat expert. Do your thang,” Etta smiled up at him. She shoved her arms into her jacket to keep away the coolness of the evening mountain air at bay. “Have you spoken to Keigo yet?” Reko asked quietly. “Nope,” Etta shook her head. “I guess he doesn’t have much to say to me after the way I left things last.” “I doubt it, Keg, is probably trying to do everything himself and that doesn’t leave him much time for anything else. By the time he turned in at the cabin he’s dragging on his feet.” “Or maybe he prefers to spend his time off with someone else,” Etta murmured staring over at Carla. “Etta, Carla and Keg--” “Hey big brother…Etta,” Carla walked in the back screened-in door of the kitchen. “All of us are going to watch a movie in the recreation hall, you two want to join us?” “No, I thought I might go for a short walk. I’m feeling restless, but thanks.” Etta smiled. “I hear ya. If it wasn’t for my ten mile run in the mornings I would go crazy,” Carla giggled and winked. “Running is the ticket, it gives you a sense of freedom that’ll last you all day. You really should join me. Keigo use to run with me but, I don’t know if he will now.” “Carla,” Reko called out his sister name and a look passed between them. Etta wondered what Carla meant? Was there a reason Keigo wouldn’t do what he used to do? Was he behaving differently because she was here this year? She probably ruined the one thing he looked forward to, coming up here and spending time with his friends and camp kids. “What?” Carla voice squeaked. “I was just telling her about our running. You used to run too.” Reko looked over at Etta and grinned. “After I quit the force, those days were over for me. Running with Carla has become like fuckin’ boot camp for anyone around here over twenty-two since she became a fitness instructor for one of those celebrity fitness shows. That probably why Keg has cried off too.” “All you guys, have become big babies,” Carla teased and licked her tongue out at her brother. Etta shook her head and released a long sigh. She knew she was a big baby when it came to running. Who the hell, besides Carla would think running ten miles before working ten to twelve hours on her feet in the kitchen was refreshing. As for Keigo, he would spend most of his days sitting behind a desk teaching classes. With the exception of sitting down for meals and the recreational time in the evenings before settling in for the night those would be the only times they would be able to spend any time together. Etta shook her head. “Ya know what, Carla, I’m going to have to take your word that running ten miles is the bomb ditty, because it’s not happening here, girlfriend. That’s why I do dance and Yoga to stay in shape.” “It seems to be working for you,” Carla complimented her. 93

Shiree McCarver “Thank you.” Etta grinned surprised by her compliment. “I would kill to have your legs,” Etta returned the compliment. “But if it takes a ten-mile run to have legs like your, then it would kill me!” Carla laughed. “Okay, I’m out of here. Come join us in the recreation hall when you get back.” “If I’m not too tired,” Etta told her before turning to speak towards Reko. “I’m out of here. Could you throw my apron in the wash when you throw yours in?” “”No problem. And Etta, it speaks of flash storms in the area so you may want to keep your walk very short,” Reko warned. “I shouldn’t be no more then an hour, the glade I saw doesn’t look to far from here.” “Just don’t move off the rock trails, the soil is still damp from the last rain and you never know when you might step into a sink-hole,” Reko said, then added with a frown, “You know what Etta, maybe you should hold off until one of us who know the area better can come with you.” “I’m an outdoors girl, and I’ve spent most of my life outdoors at one carnival ground after another. I promise, if the glade is not as close as it appears, I will turn right around and head right back” “Anything you want me to tell Keg when I see him?” Reko asked. “Nah,” Etta grabbed a water bottle and a flashlight from the utility closet just in case she needed it. If it was going the rain, the clouds gathered over the sun and made it appear darker earlier. “We’ve been here four days and he’s hardly said two words to me, so I doubt he will care enough to ask about me.” “Etta, trust me it’s not like that--” “Save it. I have eyes and I don’t have to be a psychic to see Keigo and your sister, Carla, have this funky vibe going on,” Etta interrupted. “But hey, Mister Buff and Sexy, Keigo don’t owe me anything. I’m just here doing community services remember? Later!” “Etta, remember what I said!” Reko yelled after her Etta felt tears burning in her eyes. She was hurt and disappointed Keigo looked as if he had moved on without her. She just wanted to get away from prying eyes and have the cry that has been threatening to spill forth since she got into the jeep. She was disappointed when he didn’t protest Carla moving from the front seat to sit beside him in the back, she had thought he was saving that place for her. It didn’t matter now, she just needed to stay focus on why she was here and get the thirty days pass her and never see Keigo again. *** “Hey, Reko, how’s it going?” Keigo pushed the wet hood of his rain parka off his head as he entered the back kitchen door. “Great. I was just finishing up the washing of the aprons. What’s up? Did they get the sewer lines fixed before it started raining?”

The Flavor of Love “Finally.” Keigo rolled his eyes heavenward. “Some tree vines had choked and busted a line, causing the back up. They were bulldozing in the last layer of dirt before the sky opened up.” “Glad to weather held up until the job was finished.” “Indeed.” Keigo looked around impressed by the pristine condition of the kitchen.

All the stainless

steel appliances glistened, the lanolin floor shine. He didn’t’ want to give Etta more work by tracking in mud, so he stayed on the large rubber floor mat close to the door. From what he could tell, everything was perfect for his final walk through tomorrow. Then the next day the inspectors and if all goes well, the buses were set to arrive two days later. He was disappointed to see Etta wasn’t in here, he had hoped to finally spend some time with her before things got really crazy, but from the looks of things she must have turned in early. He frowned, wondering if he should go and visit her in the cabin she shared with Nan. “Hey, Keg, what’s on your mind?” Reko broke the lingering silence. “Everything is cool here. Etta is something else. We got done earlier this year then all the years before. I don’t’ think I’ve ever seen anyone as focused and organized as she is in the kitchen then usual.” “I knew she would be an asset to the camp,” Keigo looked at his booted feet. “Okay, you’re starting to freak me out.” Reko chuckled. “You’re not upset because Carla decided to come back this year are you?” “Carla? Of course not, I’m lucky to have her back to help us out.” Keigo looked at his old high school buddy. “No, as far as Carla is concerned, that was over before it started, last year. I realize you can’t relive your youth and Carla and I was before I married Claire. ” “I don’t know if my sister feel the same way you do. It surprised the hell out of me when she let Etta have the front seat and sat in the back with you. It makes me wonder if the only reason Carla came back this year was because she thinks another year has made a difference for you.” Reko said throwing him an apple. Keigo caught it in his right hand bringing it up to his mouth to take a bite. “It surprised the hell out of me, but Etta didn’t protest, so neither did I,” Keigo stated. “As for Carla, we’ve talked about it and decided to be friends, the chemistry isn’t there.” “I’ve see how you stare at Etta when she isn’t looking at you, is there. You can’t tell me there is no chemistry there.” His friend commented. Choosing not to elaborate Keigo asked, “How is Etta? Has she said anything about not seeing me around?” Getting the hint, Reko answered. “I think she believes you and Carla has something going on. Other then that she’s been unusually quiet.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You know Keg, I like her. She works hard and she has a great sense of humor.” Reko shook his head and laughed aloud. “She’s even given me a new name, Mister Buffed and Sexy. She also told me I needed more fiber in my diet.” 95

Shiree McCarver “She’s right,” Keigo murmured satirically. “You’re full of shit.” “Good to hear the old Keg is back. You haven’t had much of a humor since Claire and Miko died.” “Buffed and sexy? What the hell kind of name is that? Etta really sucks at names. How difficult is it to say Reko, instead of that mouthful, buffed and sexy?” “What you getting all hot and bothered for? It don’t bother me none. A fine lady, like Etta calling me sexy it’s is not offensive at all,” Reko eyes twinkled with mirth. “Man, that dancing and yoga stuff really works. Because she’s got a bottom that don’t quit, she has to have a booty-delicious gene from her equally attractive mother.” Keigo scowled. What the hell was Reko doing looking at Etta’s ass and how could he have the nerve to brag about it in front of his face? Taking another bite out of the apple Keigo heatedly pondered on something Reko had said that irritated him more then he cared to admit. “You said you like her.” Keigo chewed on the bite of apple in his mouth and swallowed with a gulp. “Do you mean like her…like her?” “Are you asking me would I fuck her?” Reko chuckled. “Hell yeah. Not only does she make me laugh, she has a sexiness about her that isn’t obvious at first. You know, it’s as if her beauty sneaks up on you. One moment you don’t really notice, then bam! You can’t take your eyes off her smile...or her ass. Also--” “I got it, Reko. Damn!” Keigo snapped. Reko’s chin drop as his mouth fell open in surprise. “I…I can’t believe it,” he sputtered and released a laugh. “After three years of Keg, the walking dead, I finally see signs of my best buddy. I should go get Marco and Nan in here, just in case this is a fleeting moment. It will be like old times.” “How can a giant of a guy like you, be such a drama queen?” Keigo shook his head. “I’m a genteel giant,” Reko spread his hands wide.

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cheekbones in a wide dazzling display of straight, white teeth. “You got to love, Ree-ko Suave.” Keigo laughed, “I haven’t heard that since the old college days.” “Now, those were some good days,” Reko voice said in fondness. “Keigo, the wonder-boy, Reko the suave, Marco the emperor.” Together, Keigo and Reko looked at each other and said, “Nan, our African princess.” “How did the three of us end up with a girl we shadowed over the entire time we were in college, like she was our little sister, even though you’re all two years older then me.” Keigo teased. “Hey, not everyone is walking around with your I.Q. and have the ability to skip ahead.” Reko, reminded. “You used to get bully so I became friends with you first.” “I suppose you’ve always been my bodyguard, haven’t you?” “Nannette grew up being neighbors and best friends with Marco. They went to the same elementary school, middle school, and high school. I suppose it was natural they went to the same college together. At

The Flavor of Love first she felt like one of the boy’s. The girl could play all kinds of sports and good at it. The next thing I know she started looking like this fine honey and no longer interested in doing guy things.” “Yeah, I noticed. I guess she just finally grew up?” Keigo frowned. “It seemed as if it was out of the blue.” “Out of the blue? Naw, I think she found a guy that opened her nose and she wanted to impress him,” Reko chuckled. “Wow, must have been some guy,” Keigo frown deepened. “She was around us all of the time, I never noticed her dating anyone.” Reko threw back his head in laughter, taking the apple core Keigo held out to him and dropped it in the waste can. “I think if you took your head out of the books sometimes, you would have noticed, Nanette has always had a thing for you, Keg.” “No,” Keigo protested. “It’s Marco she’s been dating on and off for years.” “That’s because Marco has always had a thing for her, but I bet if you were to walk up to Nan right now and ask her if she’d like to hook up she would no longer give Marco any play.” Keigo grimaced, “It would be like hooking up with my sister. Besides, I will always see Nan as Marco’s girl. Maybe one day she will wise up and see how much he loves her.” “True.” Reko nodded and leaned his hip against the kitchen butcher block. His muscular arms crossed in front of him. “Now, I’m wondering how long it’s going to take you to realize there is something special about Etta.” “I already know there is something special about Etta,” Keigo calmly said. “ I knew it from the moment I looked down the crazy woman was shoeless in my courtroom. I knew it the moment I realize she has an aversion to bra’s and underwear. The very thought of it drive me to distraction so much I walk around with a raging hard on.” “Too much information, Pal.” “Reko, she’s skittish when it comes to love. So, I’m trying to keep my distance so I won’t scare her away. I’m trying to give her the chance to miss me. I’m hoping she will realize how in such a short time we’ve become very close.” Reko’s eyes widened at his friend’s open declaration. “My God Keg, I haven’t seen you this whipped about a woman since the first time you saw Claire at that frat party we crashed.” Keigo laughed. “Excuse me, I was invited because my father wanted me to change colleges. You crashed the party, and embarrassed me by physically carrying my ass out of there.” “Hold up!” Reko put up a hand. “For you to be the youngest, you have a memory for shit! If I remember correctly, yes, your old man set you up and got you to the party, hoping that his friend’s son

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The Flavor of Love “If I walk on Etta’s clean floors she’ll kill me.” Keigo rolled his eyes heavenward. “Search around, sound like someone’s cell phone.” “I found it. It’s on Etta’s workstation. Damn, she didn’t take her phone with her. I wonder--” “Speaking of Etta, where is she?” Keigo cut his friend off abruptly. “Did she go to her cabin since you knocked off early?” “No, she said she was going for a walk, something about a empty glade she spotted, but she should be back by now. She promised to return in and hour and that was a little over two hours ago.” Reko walked over to where Keigo was standing and handed him the cell phone. “It looks like her Mother is trying to reach her, it might be an emergency, so you might want to take it to her.” Keigo accepted the phone. “I’m still trying to process the fact that you allow a novice to go walking out there in the forest alone.” Keigo’s tone was coolly disapproving. “She mentioned being familiar with the woods because she grew up in a traveling carnival.” Reko yelled running a hand over his hair pushing off the cap he wore while cooking. “You know how she is? What would you have me do? Lock her in the walk-in meat locker or what?” “I’m sorry. It’s just if she is still out there somewhere in this hard rain, she could be cold, wet and scared. You know how unpredictable the grounds are up here when it rains.” Keigo sighed with exasperation. “Calm down Keigo. The rain has just started and Etta promised to stick to the main driving path. If she did as she said, she should be back by now. She's probably in her cabin or the gang was watching movies in the recreation room.” Reko said calmly. “How about, you, go to check and see if she returned to the cabin, and I'll go to check the rec. room.” Reko disappeared inside the utility closet. “Did she take anything with her?” Keigo called out. Reko yanked on his jacket. “She had on her parka. I saw her with a water bottle and from what I can see one of the flashlights is missing. “Great,” Keigo cursed, shaking his head. “If the nit-wit comes upon a wild animal she can blind it with the fucking flashlight,” his voice became shrilled. “Damn! There are seventy-three miles of wildlife and thirty miles of recreational parkland. If we’re lucky, she’s still within the park areas. For the most part, it should protect her from most of the dangerous predators. However, because Etta don’t know the area, it’s easy for anything to happen. How long did you say she was gone?” “A little over two hours,” Reko repeated.” Keigo washed a hand over his face. He pulled in a deep breath, trying to regain control of the sense of panic that arose in him at the thought of what he was about to do.

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The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 9 Etta had started out in the right direction back down the rock path trail leading back to camp, but that was also the moment she discovered a grove of wild berry bushes, just a few yards away.

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pockets half full when the first raindrops fell. Once the rain started, she couldn't see a thing.

All she could see was the white of the hard showers.

She could barely make out her hands before her. Several times she cursed her own stupidity for veering off the path to pick wild berries. Etta imagined surprising Keigo with pancakes and homemade wild-berry syrup for breakfast along with and apology. She also wanted him to know she was ready to move on with her life. The talk she had with her mother had helped her immensely and she realized she didn’t want to continue going through her life alone. Etta thought the flashlight would help and it did somewhat, she could at least make out everything about two-feet ahead. She felt the rawness developing on her heels from the friction of her soaked tennis shoes, a painful reminder that she appalled shoes, but barefooted in the woods wouldn’t have been a bright idea either. She cried out more than once as she made her way down the slippery grassy slope. Her thoughts wondered once more to Keigo. He was all she could think of since he kissed her. She wondered what he was doing, now. He’d been so busy. She doubted he even realized she was gone. Maybe Nan would be worried enough to go and tell him that she hadn’t returned to the cabin? Probably not, the woman wanted Keigo for herself, along with “look at me, I can jog ten miles”, Carla. Hell, every teenybopper schoolgirl set to arrive probably was here because they heard about the sexy young television Judge, Keigo Kyou, was personally teaching at the camp. “I could be about to die out here and I’m jealous! How crazy is that? Damn, this is not good,” she moaned in frustration. Etta paused. “Oh my God, is that headlights I see? I must be close to the main rock path. I got to make it closer so whoever it is will be able to see me.” Etta took off in a jog, moving as fast as she could across the wet grass, rocks and broken limbs. She never realized how creepy a forest could be when the sun went down, especially when you were cold, wet, and tired. With each step, she could feel the ground becoming softer making it feel as if the earth was shifting beneath her feet. Thunder sounded and lightening gave her a brief glimpse of her surrounds as she struggled her way towards the lights in the distant. The lights appeared to be moving slow so they must be searching for her, thank God.

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The Flavor of Love “I’ve been about to go crazy! I‘ve had this awful dream that something has happened to my baby.” “Etta went for a walk Fay, and it’s raining up here. She hasn’t returned. I’m looking for her along with the entire camp staff,” Keigo hurriedly explained. “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but is there anything you can tell me that will help me to find her.” He held the phone as he heard speaking with Auntie Loo in the background. “Keigo, Auntie Loo says her father is watching over her, she sees a single light in the darkness.” “What the hell does that mean, Fay? I don’t know how to break this stuff down,” he barked rubbing his brow. “I know, Keigo, but what I need you to do is stop not believing in what you don’t understand or can’t see. I need to you to open yourself up and look out at your surroundings for me. Let me see what you see. For all our sakes you must believe…believe...believe…” Fay chanted in his ear over and over again. “Believe…believe…” Keigo repeated. “What the hell!” Keigo pulled up the emergency brake and moved to open the door. Not wanting to get water in the phone of chance getting hit by lightening he said, “Fay, I think I saw something. I need to hang up. I don’t want to go out in the rain with the phone. I will call you right back once I find her, you and Auntie Loo keep doing whatever you’re doing in case I need your help again.” Keigo pushed the off button on the phone and zipped it up in his raincoat pocket with his cell phone. “I could have sworn I saw a light moving on the left,” he mumbled. He turned off the lights leaving on the emergency blinkers, he rolled down the window and concentrated his gaze in the area he though he glimpsed a flicker of light. Rubbing a hand across his aching stomach, he pulled the hood of his parka over his head with a deep sigh and got out of the car to search the area he thought he saw the light coming from. He leaned in and removed the large utility flashlight from beneath his seat. Slamming the vehicle door behind him, he tested the area with his booted foot before heading forward onto the soft shoulders of the ground. Previous experience thought him that when it rained up here, solid earth could easily turn into crevices and hallows that weren’t there before. “Etta,” he yelled out in the darkness and forged ahead. Was that another flash of light? He briefly shut off his flashlight allowing the night to swallow him up and that’s when he saw it again, barely visible in the rain. It was like the soft glow of a nightlight. Keigo turned on his flashlight and took off in a dead run. Only his nearly sliding down into a sinkhole remind him of the treacherous territory he was running haphazardly through. He returned to applying safety first, it wouldn’t help Etta if he stupidly broke a leg, arm, or worse, before finding her.

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The Flavor of Love He shined the flashlight on her mud-covered face and she flinched when it hit her eyes but he had to assure himself that she was okay. He veered off her face as she placed a hand over her eyes to shade some of the brightness. He saw her hold out her hands and gather up a palm of rain water using it to wash the dirt from her face to keep it from getting in her eyes. “Keigo, there is a lot of water coming in here. It’s over my ankles. Every time I make a move my feet keep sing deeper in the mud, like quicksand.” “I know darling, but I don’t want to leave you to go back to the car to get a rope. You have to try as hard as you can to make your way to the other side.” “Okay.” Keigo pushed himself up off the ground with a grunt and she cried out as the light briefly disappeared. Her flashlight was long gone buried under water and mud. “Nooo,” She cried out. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me, I will make it over there, I swear!” Quickly Keigo shined the light back down on her. “Honey, I’m not going to leave, you, I’ll never leave you, okay? I just need to remove the light from you so I can see where to step as I make it over to the other side.” He paused waiting for her to reply. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to take away the light.” “Okay,” she nodded her head. Etta turned and braced her hands on the dirt wall and started making her way in the direction Keigo had indicated. She briefly looked up at him and yelled, “Okay, go ahead!” Keigo was so proud of her. The determination he saw on her face was all the inspiration he needed to push forward. Etta, was a fighter, she wasn’t going to let a little thing like a rising waterhole take her away from him. The sound of another woman’s screams sounded in his head and Keigo hesitated as a wave of apprehension swept through him, threatening to paralyze his movements. He paused and swayed on his feet. Claire had screamed before as his foot pumped at the brakes. The realization that they weren’t going to stop was horrifying. He drew in a deep breath he couldn’t think about it now. Not now! Keigo clung the reality of the current danger that he was in and silently prayed his fears would not make him fail to save Etta. “Keigo? Are you up there? Are you okay I think I’ve reached the other side! It’s a feels like the roots of a tree.” “I’m right here, baby.” He shined the light in the hole, to confirm her whereabouts, noticing the water had moved up to her calf and she was standing on tree roots. He moved to stand over her removing his belt from his jeans.

“Etta, I’m going to lower my belt down to you down to you and I want you to wrap it

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The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 10 Etta stood there a muddy mess while her coworkers clamored around showing genuine concern, which was great but she was sore, hungry, thirsty and tired. She just wanted to be alone, well not quite alone. She wanted to be alone with Keigo. Her eyes watched him. The deep pockets of fatigue rested heavily around his black eyes. She wondered what had caused him to weep so, as he held her in his arms. She knew he felt relief from saving her, but she also sensed his pain came from somewhere darker and deeper. “Keigo?” she whispered and he leaned down to hear. “Just in case I forgot to tell you, thank you, for coming after me. I’m so proud of you. You drove that jeep to find me and in the rain. I know how difficult that must have been for you.” “No thanks is necessary, sweetheart. I’m just thankful I got to you in time. If something had happened to you I don’t think I could have made that call to Fay and Auntie Loo,” he gave her a tired grin. “Keigo, I’m not scared.” “Huh?” “I’m said, I’m not scared anymore either,” Etta admitted. His eyes shot wide. His eyes darkened and a lazy grin spread across his lips. He nodded in an understanding that only they could share. Keigo clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, listen up! From the looks of things while I was up there, the upper road is washing out as we speak. We’re going to have to wait until the rain stops and the ground firms a bit to move in the heavy equipment to smooth out and lay some more gravels for the main road leading to the highway. That mean everything, including the inspections will be pushed back.” Everyone mumbled in agreement, which Etta realized, that this must be a common occurrence for the employees of this camp, minus her almost dying of course. “With that said, where is Nan?” Keigo searched the crowed. Etta was sure the every loyal Nan, wasn’t too far away from Keigo. She was right. “Right here, Keg.” The attractive tall and voluptuous African American woman came forward. Etta wanted to dislike her but she couldn’t because Nan, short for Nanette, was a likeable person. She was a guy’s woman, and a girl’s “home-girl”. She had the lovely face and figure of a plus-sized model, a serious passion for watching and playing all sorts of sports, and she wore a boy-short haircut with large hoop earrings. Whenever she removed the earrings the guys knew she was going to whip their ass in a game of one-on-one and had to bring their “A” game. Etta also saw the way Keigo’s other close friend, Marco Funicello, couldn’t take his eyes off of Nan. She remembered him from the courthouse, because he too was drop dead gorgeous in an Italian sort of way, 107

Shiree McCarver his nose was overly large for her taste. She also heard people around the count refer to him as the “Little Emperor”. She wondered if it was his doctorial temperament or his short stature that got him the nickname. Silently she wondered why it was the little fellas that wanted to climbed up the mountain of a tall woman and Nan, had some mountains to climb. “Nan I need you to call and reschedule the inspection. Also get a call sheet for all the camp councilors to call their students and apologize for the delay. Makes sure everyone know it is due to something that is beyond our control. Explain about the weather and hazardous conditions. Hey, you know the drill, if there is anyone new, team them up with some of the “been there, done that” crowd.” “Right now?” Nan asked giving him a sassy, “don’t even think about it”, look. “No,” Keigo laughed. “Do it in the morning. Etta will have the day off so get Reko to--” “I…won’t need the day off, just a little tired at the moment,” Etta piped in. “Look at all the mud we’ve tracked in on the floor. I need to get that take care of first thing in the morning, before breakfast is served in here. And--” Keigo intervene. “And she won’t be doing it, because she is taking the day off. Marco?” “It’s on the list and I’ll help Nan,” Marco stepped forward and stood by Nan. Etta noticed he was about two inches shorter then Nan’s five-foot-nine stature. If Nan put on high heels she’d probably kiss the top of his head. She also saw Reko giving Keigo an “I told you so” smirk over Marco’s head and wondered what that was about. “Reko--” “I’m in charge of rolling out breakfast and such, I know and what pray tell will you be doing in the morning?” Reko lift a knowing eyebrow at Keigo. Keigo ignored his implication and said, “I’m sleeping in. Only wake me if the building is on fire.” “Is that your building, or someone else’s?” Reko teasingly asked. “I’m just asking because we share the same cabin.” Carla eased up beside Reko. “Big brother, you’re as subtle as a horse, I think I have mice in my cabin, so why don’t you camp out over there, I’m sure Amy will be delighted.” A big grin came to Reko’s face. It was apparent that the thought of bunking with Amy was something he was looking forward to. Keigo addressed the room, “It’s been a long night. Thank you all for joining in the search, and everyone sleep in, there is nothing we can do until this rain ends. Just make sure the phone calls are the first thing you do before starting your day!” He ran a hand over his hair and grimaced as he felt matted mud. Etta reached up and touched her face and hair, realizing she must looked like something a dog dug up.

The Flavor of Love “Jacob and Ben, can you do a drive through on the levies around the lower ranch grounds closest to the lake, and see how it’s fairing before you call it a night? If it’s looks like we are going to have something to worry about, then call me.” “Will do, Boss,” they said in unison. Etta stood up on shaky legs, “Thanks again everyone. I really appreciated how you all pitched in to look for me. I apologize for interrupting everyone’s evening.” Etta said. She was feeling truly embarrassed by all the trouble she caused. If she had listened to Reko and stayed on the trail, none of this would have happened. She reached into her parka pockets and it was full of mud, the berries probably fell out from all the commotion. Everyone said their goodnights and strolled out in separate directions. On their way out of the recreation area, individuals eased her fears of being a bother with their kind words, smiles and hugs of comfort in spite of her filthy appearance. As she watched Keigo’s easy interaction with his camp team, she admired the obvious respect they had for him. It spoke volumes about his character. Her thoughts drifted back to his lips on hers and the strength of his arms as they pulled her from the makeshift grave holding her with all that he had, to the point of it being painful. Still, his intensity reminded her that she was still alive and it gave her the chance to let him know she cared about him. The man she loved dearly died she felt as if he’d taken her with them. For the first time since that tragic day, she no longer felt the need to pretend she was living her life to the fullest, just to keep her mother and brother from worrying over her. Meeting Keigo was changing her. Etta was beginning to feel again and as ridiculous as it seemed, she believed she was falling in love with Keigo. The one thing Etta could say about herself was she wasn’t shy and she didn’t feel the need to put up pretenses. She wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms, the only place she’s felt completely safe for a long time. She saw him frown and rub at his stomach. “I see your tummy's hurting you.” Etta made her way to Keigo's side. “I'm not surprised after all the stress, I've put you through today. Once I get cleaned up, how about I go to the kitchen and heat you up some clear broth I fixed for you earlier today.” “Thank you, baby.” She nodded and a broad smile came to her lips. She loved the way he easily called her “baby”. “I also made you some fresh squeezed lemonade with some of the tea in it, that way you won't have to suffer the taste. Besides, the lemons have healing properties of their own. Just remember it’s in the staff refrigerator and your name is on the pitcher.” A wide grin came across his dirty face. “Etta I don’t know what to say. As busy as you’ve been, you had the time to be concerned about me and my needs?” 109

Shiree McCarver “Keigo, just because we haven’t seen much of each other lately, it doesn’t mean you haven’t been on my mind,” she said with a smile and a saucy wink. Their eyes embraced and held. She had the urge to kiss him. Etta didn't even care if they would get a mouth full of dirt in the process. Even so, this wasn't the time or place. They needed to talk before she allowed her heart to fall for him any more than she already did. There was no denying they were physically attracted to each other, but physical attraction wasn’t enough to sustain a relationship and she wasn’t one to slip in and out of relationships for the sake of good sex or easing her loneliness. Reko cleared his throat and Carla said, “Hey, there’s no way Reko and I are going to allow you back in that kitchen tonight, Etta. Not after what you’ve been through. So why don’t the both of you go to Keigo’s cabin and we will fix you both some dinner and some hot toddies to heat you up.” “I think, things are already a bit heated,” Reko mumbled and grunted as his sister’s elbow made contact with his ribs. “Thanks.” Keigo said turning his warm gaze on Carla. “For the offer and for hitting Reko before I did.” She nodded with a soft chuckle. “What are friends for?” Then she turned to Reko and elbowed him once more, “Hey, Mr. Buffed and Sexy, come on, and allow them some time alone without you all up in their business!” “Hey! That’s Etta’s nickname for me, Ms. Body Bodacious, and it don’t sound right coming from my sister’s mouth!” Reko whined as he reluctantly followed on Carla’s heels towards the kitchen. “Don’t forget to take your shoes off at the door!” Etta yelled after them. Keigo shook his head and looked over at Etta. “You’ve been at the name association thing again, I see.” Etta smiled as infectious grins set the tone. “I told you I was bad at names.” Keigo scowled at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hmmm…” “Why are you looking at me that way?” Her brow, stiffed with drying mud, lifted in question. “I don’t remember you calling me buffed. Are you saying I should work out more?” “Of course not,” she balked with a mischievous grin. “If that ass of yours get any tighter, you could crack a walnut between your butt cheeks.” He threw back his head and laughed. “Good answer.” “Just telling it like I see it,” Etta fluttered her lashes at him. The smile in his eyes as he looked at her contained a sensuous flame that called to her baser needs.

The Flavor of Love “Etta, I know Carla put you on the spot about sleeping in my cabin. You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it, but after what happened to you this evening, I’m not ready to let you out of my sight yet.” Keigo held out an open hand to her. “If Carla hadn’t opened the door for us, I was going to ask because I didn’t feel like sleeping alone.” She reached out and caught his hand in hers. His wonderfully strong fingers intertwined possessively with hers as they strolled out to his cabin. Keigo pushed open the door of his cabin, Etta took in the surroundings as she left her dirty sneakers out on the porch with her sock stuffed in them and walked barefooted inside. It was similar to the one she occupied with Nan, accept larger. Two full size futons that were sofas and beds rested on opposite walls. In the center of the room was a large picture window for viewing outside while eating at the small table for two. Currently the off white wooden shutters were currently drawn and latched closed. There was a fire roaring in the black potbelly stove in the corner and she walked silently across the Indian hand woven rugs that were on the floor, moving closer to warm her hands over the stove. She felt his presence close to her before she felt his hand brush a wet dirty braid from her shoulder. He put a hand on the back of her neck and massaged. Etta leaned back into the warmth of his touch. “You’re shivering,” he whispered in her ear as his lip grazed against her earlobe. “Go and get in the shower while I plug in the coffee maker so we can have some hot water for some honeyed cider after dinner.” She nodded, and he dropped his hands to his side. Etta made her way to the bathroom shutting the door close with a long sigh and a soft smile on her lips. It only took Etta less than five minutes shed all evidence of her nightmare. She piled the dirty ripped and blood stained clothing on top of an extra towel. Balling it up she kicked it aside in the corner. There was no reason to salvage those jeans and t-shirt. She never wanted to see them again. Walking across the teak wooden planked floor, she reached in and turned on the shower. Etta took a moment to test the temperature with her fingers before stepping into the treated teak wood shower. She slid shut the glass doors and closed her eyes as the warm, soothing water spayed over her head. She released a gasp as the water stung her skin where the skin was scraped from the fall. Etta washed away the grunge and watch it swirled darkly around her feet before it went down the drain. The tiny bell anklet Neil had given her was gone. Oh God, she almost died today. Etta bit her bottom lip as emotional pain rushed through her. She braced her hands against the shower wall, her head bowed under the spray. The sudden heaviness centered in her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she wept aloud.

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Shiree McCarver Wrapped up in her grief she wasn’t aware of Keigo’s entrance, until she felt his naked powerful body against her back sliding his hands around her waist. Her eyes opened but she remained still, unable to look at him and bare her raw pain to him. She kept her eyes focused on his beautiful hands, with their long slender fingers. They were clean. He must have washed the grim off of them in the kitchen. Seeing the vivid, greenish blue veins of life’s blood running through Keigo's hands brought forth more tears. Etta though she would never find anyone with hands just as tender and loving as the hands she had known before. Yet Keigo’s wonderful hands had done more for her. These hands saved her in more ways than she could ever thank him for. He removed a hand to lift the handheld showerhead off its rack and held it close to her head. Moving the other hand from her waist, her eyes drifted close as she felt him smoothed his watered filled hands from the top of her brow, down the length of her hair. The touch of his hand was almost unbearable in its kindness. Twisting in his arms, she buried her face against the hairless corded muscular chest and locked her hands in the small of his back. She spoke against his chest. “I’m sorry Keigo, but I was so scared I’d never see you or my family again.” She pressed her curves into the contours of his lean body. The tenderness of his arms felt empowering. She relaxed as he rocked her gently under the showerhead he held in one hand. “It’s okay sweetheart, you have me now,” Keigo whispered into her hair. “Come, let’s get clean before the water turns cold.” Without any shyness or inhibition that usually occurs between two people that have yet to become lovers, they took turns washing each other’s body with the bath sponge. The masculine soft scent of the body wash he used was already so familiar to her senses from smelling him. Etta welcomed Keigo’s scent all over body, including the secret places that he worshiped so thoroughly. He reached and placed the hand-shower back in place, and turned off the shower but before he allowed her to leave their intimate haven, he cupped her face in his hands and tilted it upward. “Goodness, woman do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me at this moment?” Etta gazed up at him, his eyes were bloodshot, from tiredness, the water, shampoo or the tears he had shed earlier, but she still found them beautiful. Keigo, was exotic, Asian, sexy as hell and he was also kind, sweet and thoughtful. She felt very fortunate to have him in her life. “Judge Gorgeous, you look as tired as I feel,” she smiled reaching up to touch and run her fingers along his chest. “You’re right,” he admitted nuzzling his face against the side of her neck. “But, I’ve been waiting days to get you alone, and it feels like it’s been even longer since I got to kiss you.” His moist relaxed lips touched against hers as he continued to hold her face in his hands. With gentle coercion, she widened her mouth to except his tongue in a slow dance against hers. He playfully teased the

The Flavor of Love walls of her mouth as the kiss deepened. Etta’s eyes closed and she wrapped her hands around his waist and held on to keep from buckling under the feelings of heaviness in her legs. By the time she recovered from his mouth being on hers, he had moved away to grab a thick bath towel he wrapped it around her wet hair and placed another around her body, tucking it in at her breast. Lifting another towel from the slender cabinet in the bathroom, Keigo towel dried his hair. While he was occupied Etta continued to take in his body. Washing him down just got her juices flowing. Etta even found the mole beneath the right buttock that Auntie Loo had mentioned. He had a magnificent body. Lean muscles ripples with his movements, the six-pack that made up his stomach clinched and unclenched as he bent to dry his long hair covered thighs, a defined bluish-green vein could be traced across his groin running along the shaft of the most perfect penis she’d ever seen. It was not overly long but thick like she liked it and he was only semi-erect. Nor did it favor the left or the right. “I have nothing left to dry, but if you want to still watch me, I can go through the motions. We are going to have to warm the soup up in the microwave anyway.” Etta face reddened. “Uh, you said the soup has arrived?” Keigo wrapped his hand around her wrist and drew her against him, and she went into his arms without hesitation. “Don't be embarrassed, I'm yours to look at and touch anytime you want me.” He nuzzled the side of her nose with his. “That is, as long as I can enjoy the same privileges.” His deft finger pull the towel loose from above her breast and opened it. His exotic eyes roamed over her body possessively and the towel dropped to the ground beside the one he discarded when he pulled her against him. “I believe in equality in a relationship, which gives you leeway to do almost anything to my body,” Etta said. Ever so softly she pressed a kiss above his heart. He tugged the towel from her hair and dropped it, kicking it aside. She sighed against his skin as he ran his fingers against her scalp and cradled her head to his chest and circled his dark small nipple with the sweep her tongue. It felt like a tiny pebble between her lips. A throaty sexy groan rumbled up from his chest and she felt an immediate response from her body as her clitoris pulsed. “Keigo?” She came up on her tiptoes and nibbled at his throat. His hands roamed along the lines of her shoulder and back before stopping on her rounded buttocks and cupping each cheek in a hand. “Huh?” “Would I be too forward it I told you that I wanted you, more then food?” “Thank God!” He roared, lifting her up against him until her feet were floating above the ground and he twirled her around until they landed naked upon the bed. She laughed. 113

Shiree McCarver Smiling, he touched her cheek. “When I think about how close I came to losing you before you were even mine--” She pressed her fingers to his lips. “We’re together now, and I am yours. I know that I was hesitant about opening myself to you, but I realized if Neil had lived instead of me, I would want him to find love and happiness again.” “For all we know, Neil and Claire are up there working magic that brought us together,” he said to her surprise. “Is that the skeptical Judge Keigo Kyou I hear?” “No, it’s the man you would have met if you’d known me before the accident,” he confided. “I use to believe in a lot of things before tragedy entered my life. Etta, I want you and I’m looking forward to the future where we can continue to heal…together, instead of alone.” Etta took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he breathe tender kisses to each bruise and scrape she had upon her skin. He’d said he wanted her, and she knew that was the truth. The hardness of his cock pressed hotly against her hip as he rested on his side next to her. He’d been so sweet in the shower. And loving. Her heart rushed every time he touched her, and the way he kissed her made her feel that he could be in love with her. Still the words hadn’t been said. Keigo fondled her breast causing her skin to prickle with goose bumps. She bit down on her bottom lips. Neil had been the only other man she’d been with but he hadn’t every touched her this way. Keigo was almost lazy with the way his hands and mouth roamed her flesh. When she thought he had missed a spot he would slowly make his way back to that area and get the spot he missed. He moved as if he had a lifetime to reach a release. Etta’s body was on a low burn and it had already been awhile since she had been touched this way. She thought spreading her legs wide would hint to him that she was more then ready for him to enter her, but Keigo was making it clear that when it came to making love he was the one in charge. She had bumped heads with his authority in the courtroom, but she was a kitten purring in his arms in the bedroom. She was finding out, slow was good. She may die from it in the end, but what a way for a woman to go. “Your skin is so beautiful.” There was a hint of awe in his voice. “The more I touch it, the more it heats up, and the darker the shade becomes.” “Thank you.” His finger rested on her hipbone skimming over her quivering abdomen. She panted as he came closer to her vagina. She wondered if he was ever going to touch her there. A light frown puckered her forehead as a crazy thought crossed her mind. Maybe Keigo didn’t like a hairy pussy, some men didn’t. Neil didn’t.

The Flavor of Love Etta covered her face in embarrassment, she hadn’t had the chance to do all those womanly things because she thought when she came to Keigo’s bed, she would be able to plan it out with a day of pampering and doing those girly things. She kept her legs and underarms smoothed thank God. “Etta?” “What?” she groaned. This is where he was going to tell her she needed to go shave her pussy. Damn. “Why are you so tense all of a sudden?” He pulled back to look at her. “Am I hurting you, I know you’ve been through a lot today. You worked all morning, and you have scratches and bruising, not to mention you’re muscles are probably sore from the ordeal, because mine are.” Etta hands splayed over her face as the heat of embarrassment spread from her face to her shoulders. “I didn’t get the chance to shave my pussy!” Etta murmured behind her hands. It came out in a long slur of words that sounded like, “Whah…whah…whah…whah…whah!” Keigo chuckled and tugged at her wrist. She held her firm. “Nooo!” He began tickling her ribcage and she removed her hands curling up on her side in a fit of giggles. “Stop! Don’t tickle me or I’ll…” Rrrrrgh! The worse possible thing happened. Once you release a fart that could be heard throughout the entire cabin, there was no pretending like it didn’t happen. There was also no dog in the room to accept the blame. But it did make her embarrassment about her un-waxed vagina seem very insignificant all of a sudden. It was followed by dead silence, which made it worse. Or so she thought, until Keigo roared in laughter. Etta wanted to cry. “God, take me now!” She shouted to the ceiling. She did the only thing she could think of, make a run for it. She didn’t get far. Keigo had his arm around her waist dragging her back to the bed. Stop it!” She managed to yell. “I told you not to tickle me,” she pouted. “I’m sorry, but I told you to tell me what you said,” he reminded. The laughter was bright in his eyes. “But you got to admit, Etta that shit was funny.” Etta tried to keep a straight face. But Keigo was right. If it had happened to someone else, it would have been funny. She laughed. “Okay…okay, I didn’t mean to do it, but seeing you laugh like that I’m glad I did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you really laugh.” ‘I don’t remember the last time I have laughed like this, probably back in college with Marco and Reko and if I’m not mistaken it was most likely over a…fart,” he teased nipping at her shoulder. “Enough already,” she lightly punched him in the arm. “You better not tell anyone either.” Etta warned. “Baby,” he crooned. “What happens in our bed stays in our bed. I’m not one of those fellas that spread the intimate detail of his love life as locker room fodder.” 115

Shiree McCarver “I like that,” she grinned. “What?” “Our bed.” “Well, what else can I say since you’ve christened it and all?” “Okay, I’m going to go sleep in the other bed…alone!” “Okay! Okay!” He laughed. “I’ll stop, but I’m still waiting, Etta.” He crooked an inquisitive eyebrow at her. She cocked her head in question. “Don’t give me that look, why did you tense up before I tickled you?” Her face burned more and she wondered how it was possible. He said he skin was beautiful, but she was probably looking like a beet about now and making a mess of their first time intimately together. Well, almost first things did get hot and heavy on the sofa in her home before he passed out. “It’s not important anymore.” She shrugged. “Why do I feel as if your brain is working overtime like your mouth does when you get nervous or upset?” Keigo was now up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand and staring down into her face. “Okay if you must know, I need to use the bathroom,” she spoke quietly. “Huh?” Keigo looked at her suspiciously. “That’s why you got so tense? You need to pee or something else?” “Oh, my God! You ask that like we’re discussing the weather.” She tried to roll on her side so she could hide her face in the pillow but he wasn’t having it. “What? Tell me? Birth control? You didn’t bring anything over here with you, so that can’t be it. I have condoms, if that is what you’re concerned about.” “I see,” she huffed and looked at him. “You just happened to have condoms? Were you expecting to get lucky with me, Carla, or Nan?” “Jealousy.” He playfully growled and nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “I like it! It’s turns me on.” Etta could feel his heavy erection against her thigh. He was already turned on and so was she, except she had dropped to a low simmer from the many distractions of her own making. “You didn’t answer my question,” she reminded holding him off with her hand. “Do you always talk this much in bed?” He sighed. “In or out of bed, I’m still me,” she saucily retorted. “Why do I feel as if you are ignoring my question?” “Actually, I have not been with a woman since Claire and the condoms aren’t mine, per se. I just know that Reko always has some and I can swipe a few out of his duffle bag.” “A few huh?”

The Flavor of Love “Yeah, until the weather clears and we can get a couple of boxes of our on,” he grinned. Nibble. Etta laughed. “Keigo, we won’t be able to go through a couple of boxes. We’re here only a month and at least one week will be taken by my cycle which is unpredictable by the way, and then the kids will be here and we can’t do this too often with young people about.” “Like they aren’t going at it with each other while they’re here? We are talking about kids preparing to go into their senior year of high school, Etta.” “Oh, yeah.” “Etta? Why are you still dancing around my question? You know sweetheart, if you’re still not ready to do this, we don’t have to rush things.” “No,” she shook her head. “I want to be with you. I really do, it’s just…” “Just what?” Keigo urge. She saw the concern on his face and realized how foolish she was being about this entire thing. Why were first times with new lovers always so awkward? Even if firsts were also exciting, she couldn’t wait until Keigo was routine and familiar. Waking up and sleeping next to his face, staring at him across a crowded room knowing at the end of the night who you were going home with. That was more comforting to her, than one lover after another could possibly be. She wanted Keigo to be the last lover she had for the rest of her life and she wanted him to feel the same about her. “I lied about needing to use the bathroom,” she softly admitted. “I was worried that you would be turned off by the fact that I haven’t groomed down there.” Keigo looked completely baffled and then it was as if a light bulb went off over his head and he ginned. “Oh? Why do women waste time worry about these things?” He shook his head in amazement. “Etta, baby, you are priceless and I love you for it,” he declared before grasping her head in both his hands and placing a loud wet kiss to her startled open mouth. Did he just say that he loved her? Did he mean love…LOVE, or ha hah, I love you? “Keigo, did you just say you loved me.” “I did, and please don’t over think it, Etta. It is what it is.” Keigo said before rolling off the bed and walking over to where they dropped their towels. He drew one around his lean hips and tucked the edge of the towel in to keep it from falling. “Keigo, I--” “Look, sweetheart, you don’t have to say it back to me, unless you’re ready and not until you can say it and mean it. I’ve had time to adjust to the idea, because I believe I fell in love with you that first day in my courtroom when you clawed your way beneath my skin.”

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Shiree McCarver A half smile came to her lips. She accepted his hand as he guided her from the bed and wrapped a towel around her. “What are you doing? Aren’t we going to--?” “Oh yeah,” he shook his head. “You can bet your sweet ass on it.” “Then why are we putting on towels again?” “Well, I’m thinking the reason we are lightheaded with stupidity and talkativeness instead of getting down to business is we are both starving and in dire need of nourishment after all the energy we spent today.” As if right on cue, Etta’s stomach growled. “Sorry, my body is making all kinds of protesting noises today.” She grinned up at him sheepishly accepting his hand as he reached out to take hers. “I like it. It feels as if we’ve been a couple for awhile and are accustom to the natural things that come with being in a serious relationship.”

The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 11 She thanked him as he held out a chair at the small table for two. Sitting, she watched him move with barefooted ease around the small. It did feel natural and right. It was as if they had always been this way. A couple. “Oh my God, they’ve already delivered everything.” Etta bit down on her bottom lip. “Keigo, do you think they knew we were in the shower together?” “Etta,” Keigo quirked his eyebrow at her and said, “The bedroom door is open, the shower is running and neither one of us to be seen. They can only assume we both are at the very least in the bathroom with the door closed, together.” He leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss and placed a loaded melted ham and Swiss cheese sandwich before her. “Don’t look so worried.” “Thank you.” She pulled the sandwich closer to her. “I just prefer that the entire camp isn’t gossiping about us. I came up here to work and I don’t mix one with the other.” Her face reddened. “Err…not usually. Do you think Reko and Carla will keep this to themselves? And what is Nan going to think when I don’t come back to the room? Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.” Keigo chuckled. “You’re becoming your old chatty self. You must be getting over the shock of what happened today.” “Don’t tease me, Keigo. I’m serious. I’m not ready for everyone to know we’re together yet.” “Etta, I know you’re being serious.

I just don’t appreciate what you’re saying to me. Nor do I

understand it. We are both consenting adults unless there is another reason you want to keep us a secret. Is there a color issue going on here I’m not aware of?” Etta dismissed his question with the wave of her hand. “Look at the people I call family. You think I would roll that way? My point is more from a professional standpoint. You put me in charge over the kitchen staff and you’re over the entire camp, not to mention a well-known face. What would it look like with you sleeping with the help in a camp full of impressionable teens?” “I get your point, but no one dictates my personal life. Ever.” Keigo said pointedly. “Etta, I'm not going to go out of my way to broadcast our relationship, but I won’t try to keep it a secret either.” He reached out and took her chin in his hand to lift her face to look at him. Staring into her eyes he avowed, “We are officially, privately and openly, a couple. Do you understand me?” “Are you asking me, or have you already passed your judgment on the matter?” “Both.” He reached out and tweaked her nose. “Go ahead and start while I go over here and heat up the soup.”

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He asked bringing two steaming bowls of leftover wonton soup she had made for lunch

earlier in the day with potholders beneath them. He placed one of the white porcelain Asian soupspoon in her bowl and the other in his. “You’re staring,” he accused. “Uh, nothing.” Etta shook her head and took another bite of her sandwich. She had been caught in the midst of her silent admiration. Did she mention he was a distraction? “Are you warm enough?” Keigo inquired an unreadable look on his face. “I can put another log on the fire.” She chewed and swallowed. “No, really, I’m fine,” Etta reassured him. She gathered some broth into her scooped spoon, blowing on the contents first before placing it in her mouth. ‘Oh, that hits the spot. Aren’t you going to join me?” “Toddies,” he reminded. “Everything smells wonderful,” Keigo smacked his lips to get her attention and he leaned over her. She complied by feeding him a piece of pork filled wonton that she cooled first by blowing on it. Keigo chewed with a silly grin of contentment on his face. “What more can a man hope for? A beautiful and creative woman that can cook and I feel blessed that you’re mine.” “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Judge Sexy,” Etta murmured against his lips as he stole another kiss.

The Flavor of Love “Okay, I better get the toddies together, or there will be no more eating for either of us. At least not of food kind.” His gaze became downright wicked. “I do plan on eating something before this night is over.” Keigo winked. “You can count on it.” Etta’s chin drop and her mouth rounded in an “O”. It didn’t take a genius or a psychic to figure out what kind of “eating” he was talking about. She shifted in her seat, resisting the urge to throw her leg up on the table to allow his dinner to commence. While she was playing wicked thoughts in her mind, Keigo was moving about in the kitchen and humming what sounded like a tune from way back in the day. “Nowhere, to run. Nowhere, to hide.” Etta decided she loved this playfully silly side of him. It didn’t take long before Keigo was back with two large steaming mug cups full of some cinnamon apple concoction that smelled wonderful. “Mmm, I’m seeing you have some kitchen skills of your own in the kitchen. Should I be worried?” she teasingly asked while reaching for the squeezed bottle of honey that he had in the crook of his arm. “Sure thing,” he grinned. “I’m a chef at anything that comes in a package with instructions.” He winked and dipped his spoon into his cooled soup taking a big bite. “Mercy, this is so good. Don’t tell my mother but I think it’s better then hers.” “No problem,” Etta assured him with a twinkle in her eyes. “Where is your mother? Does she live in San Francisco with you?” Keigo shook his head. He picked up one half of his sandwich take a large bite, leaving only a half in his fingers. “No, after my father died, she returned to Japan. She now lives with my eldest brother, Jin, in Yokohama City.” Etta licked the butter residual that got on her fingers from the toasted bread and asked, “How far is that from Tokyo?” She dropped her fingers with a sheepish grin and grabbed a paper napkin from the holder on the table once she noticed the passionate hungry look in Keigo’s eyes. “Err, what was I saying?” Etta guffawed. “Tokyo to Yokohama,” she reminded. “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled and shook his dark head. “It’s only a thirty minute drive south of Tokyo, on a good day that is.” “My friend, I told you about in the courtroom…” “The one that taught you Japanese?” “Well, he helped me to become more comfortable in utilizing the language in conversational form. Now it was him who taught me a more vulgar vocabulary.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Keigo. “So, if you want to talk dirty Japanese in my ear, let me warn you, it really make me hot.” “You’re killing me over here, Etta.” Keigo groaned.

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Shiree McCarver “Anyway,” she said running her tongue slowly along the length of the pickle spear before taking a bite off the end. “Majority of what I learned, I learned in college when I studied Japanese language and literature. But my friend moved to Tokyo last year and I’ve been hoping I could find some time to go and visit him, but I haven’t made it there yet.” “Good,” Keigo licked his full bottom lip ever so slowly. “When you go to Japan, I want to be the one that takes you there and show you around.” He paused before saying, “Take you to meet my family.” Etta thought she would start drooling. He is so fine. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one throwing less then restrained hints at this dinner table. It took her a moment, but his words finally took hold of her attention. “Did you say meet your family?” Keigo nodded. Of course, I’ve met some of yours. Shouldn’t you meet some of mine?” Etta shrugged her shoulders and picked up her mug to test the toddy, choosing not to answer that question without doing some mulling over the implications of such a serious step. Men don’t usually invite women to meet the family, unless they have long-terms ideas of where the relationship is going. A light grimace came to her face. “This is good, but it has alcohol in it and I don’t care much for the taste of booze. Still, this is pretty good. Your recipe?” She took a deeper swig. “Actually, Marco’s Italian grandmother and compared to hers I went light on the liquor.” “It actually gets better with each sip,” she decided. “Trust me. By the time you finish that mug, it will be the best thing you’ve ever had tonight,” Keigo assured her. “Hmm,” she cut her eyes at him over the cup hovering at her lips. “Here I was hoping you would be the best thing I had tonight.” Etta saw his nostrils flare and his right eyebrow shoot up a fraction before he asked, “Etta, are you trying to tempt the devil?” She laughed shaking here head. “This is too weird. Seeing this playful side of you. It’s so unexpected. Up until now, you’ve seemed so serious about everything. It’s like you’re a completely different person once you’re away from that courthouse.” “You have a lot to do with this change,” he said seriously. “I feel more like I did before my life took a negative turn. I think when my father became ill, everything shifted into high gear because I wanted him to be around to see me sit upon the bench in my own courtroom. I wanted him to see me married, settled, and I wanted him to be around when I had my first child.” “Was he?” “Yeah, for the most part. Unfortunately, he died a year after my daughter was born.” Keigo finished the last bite of his sandwich.

The Flavor of Love Etta’s entire body hummed to make love to him, but she was also weary, sore and bruised in places she never knew existed. Being the considerate man he seemed to be, she believed he was subtly considering all those things, because she was hot and ready for the taking after the shower yet, he remained focused and caring of her immediate needs. “Here finish mine.” She pushed the paper plate with the other half of her ham sandwich at him. “You’re sure?” She nodded. “I don’t like to get to full before I go to bed.” She saw the light of laughter twinkling in his eyes and his attempt to hide his grin by biting into the sandwich. “Oh, if you want to live to tell the story in the morning, you better not even bring up what happened in that bed. I warned you not to tickle me.” Her face reddened. “What? I didn’t say a word. I told you, what happens in our bed stays in our bed, and I meant it.” Keigo took hold of her hand resting on the table. Their fingers playfully teased one another while he finished his meal with his free hand and she nursed and down the rest of her toddy with hers. Keigo made her stomach flutter and her mind long for a happy conclusion to their finding one another in one of the most unlikely situations. She desired him. Unlike her feelings and attraction for Neil, which grew gradually over time by him hanging around their home all the time with her brother, her attraction to Keigo was almost immediate. She knew they meshed on the physical level. His touches, kisses, and the reaction of his body to her nearness told her that. But she was no longer a teenager who believed physical desires meant love, or commitment. If she was going to have any kind of relationship, be it friendship, one nightstand, or long-term lover, with Keigo, she must go into it with minimum expectation. If she allowed herself to fall madly in love with him, she wouldn’t be able to survive it if something were to happen to him. As she sat there staring at him across the table, she had the funny filling it was already too late to protect her heart. “Okay, I can’t take you looking at me like this any longer, damn it! I’m only human, Etta.” Keigo made a throaty moan, stood and came around to her side of the table. With one sweep of his arms, dishes went flying to the floor. He pulled her up from her seat with his hands under her arms and lifted her until her bottom was on the table. “Keigo,” she breathed before his mouth slanted heatedly against hers. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead and upper lip. He must have been sitting there half-hard and simmering on low-lust for some time now. Who was she to deny him? He had been more patient with her needs and care. It didn’t hurt that she was as needy of him as he seemed to be for her.

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The Flavor of Love She couldn’t say which she preferred the flipping of his tongue against her clitoris, the sucking of her labia, or the spear like deep tongue thrust inside her. All of it together was about to drive her out of her freaking mind. She winced a couple of times as his fingers accidentally bit into a bruise or scrape on her leg.

A few times she wanted to stop him, because the sensations coursing through her were new,

welcoming, and frightening at the same time. “I…I don’t think I…ahh…yesss,” she hissed. “Nooo,” she moaned burying her fingers into his thick black hair tugging to pull him away. When Keigo moved to stop she found herself fisting his hair to keep his head in place. Hell, she didn’t know what she wanted. She just wanted him to put a stop the building painful pleasure that was threatening to shatter her into pieces. Heatedly, Etta literally fucked Keigo’s face. She heard a low keening sound. To her embarrassment it was coming from her. She bit down on her bottom lip hoping to be a little quieter. It was useless. This orgasm sneaked up on her and nearly arched her completely off the table. She gripped the wooden edge and released a scream. What the hell was that? It couldn’t have been her, she wasn’t a screamer, he sucked hard on her clitoris one last time, and another cry tore from her throat.

I am now, she thought, as tears escaped her tightly

closed lids and mingled with the sweat on her face, disappearing into her frizzy air-dried hair. Oh, God, I’m going to die any minute now. She floated on that thought. Before she could get her second wind, Keigo was guiding his impressive penis inside her and it went in with ease from the help of his mouth lubrication and her slippery release. There was no more playing. Keigo rode her and he rode her fast and hard just like her body wanted it. All she could do was gather up enough strength to hold on to him with both arms as he hunched against him. His breath blowing hotly against her ear as hoarse cries tore from his throat. It had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She turned her face into his shoulder and lightly bit him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she’d swear she saw streaks of red floating behind her lids and she came again. Un-freaking believable! That is what it was like being made love to by Keigo. “Etta…Etta…” Keigo called her name. His teethed gritted causing muscles to protrude from his jaw and the vein in his forehead throbbed. His head reared back and he grunted loud and long, lapsing into Japanese, “Ikkene! Oh, shit! Ikkene! Oh, shit!” Keigo propelled forward so hard, her sweaty buttocks skidded on the table. Once, and twice more, before she felt hot liquid shooting from his body into hers. Etta felt like she pissed herself, but as she held him trembling and jerking between her legs she decided it was a glorious feeling. “Oh, shit…oh, shit…oh, shit,” Etta moaned. “What?” He lifted his sweaty head with a goofy half grin to look down at her. He wiped at the sheen of sweat on her face. “You’re having another one?” 125

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The Flavor of Love CHAPTER 12 Keigo gathered his clothing and made his way to the front room pulling the bedroom door closed behind him. In deep thought he dressed and cleaned up the mess they let in the dining area. By the time he was finished the electric coffee pot was full of black roasted coffee. He filled a mug and made his way out of the cabin stopping on the front-screened porch with the mug cradled in his hands. Even though the rain had stopped, clouds still loomed heavily in the sky and he wasn’t sure how much work they would be able to do today with the grounds being drenched and muddy. Keigo looked out over the campgrounds to take in the damages the storm had caused the night before. Releasing a deep reflective sigh, he blew into the mug, allowing the aromatic vanilla bean coffee mix Etta had grounded up and placed in his cabin days before, to sooth him she said. Keigo smiled before taking a conscientious sip from the steaming mug. What she gave him all through the night was better then any drug or herbal remedy to ease his gut. He slept like a baby, somewhere in there between all that fornicating like bunny rabbits. Once they moved their lovemaking to the bedroom they remembered to be careful. He made a mental note to buy Reko another box of condoms. He was in dire need of a shower, he reeked of sweaty sex, but he wanted to take it with Etta. Etta…Etta…Etta…Her name turned over in his thoughts. He couldn’t believe he had proposed to her. It wasn’t that he regretted asking it. He regrets the way he asked, or rather demanded it of her. How stupid was that. He shook his head. Etta usually became more stubborn to have her way when her choices were taken from her. Hadn’t he learned anything from what happened in the courtroom or at her home before he took his leave? He should have gotten his brains out of his crotch and waited until the month was over, bought her a ring and made the moment romantic and memorable. Making his way across the enclosed porch he dropped onto the suspended porch-swing and gently pushed back and forth with bare foot. Taking another swig of coffee, he sat in deep thought. In the shower, the sight of Etta’s slender body had aroused him unmercifully. Had she not been in such an emotional state, he might not have been such a gentleman and ruined everything before she was opened to accept him. Etta wasn’t like any woman he had met before. Her humor and vivaciousness was contagious and he took to it like a moth to a flame. A thought grin came to Keigo’s lips as he relived the conversation with Etta in the courtroom and at the table. She had so many aspects to her character. His smile fade replaced by a solemn expression. The woman that clung to him and cried in his arms was a contradiction to the bold female he first met in court. The question that bothered him most was if Etta loved him in return. As many times they made

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He couldn’t believe all the time

he had wasted worrying when all he had to do was look at her standing there in his sweater and the answer was clear. He loved her and he was willing to give her as much time as she needed. He just preferred her to do it while being married to him because the thought of waking up and not seeing her beside him made him feel very lonely. “Morning beautiful.” Keigo smiled as she strolled out onto the screen porch towards him. He took her hands, and drew her onto his lap into the shelter of his arms. “Let me warm you up, there’s still a chill in the air this early in the morning.” “Funny, but I don’t feel cold,” she looked at him with sleep filled eyes. “When I’m with you I feel warm and comforted, like slipping on an old fuzzy bathrobe.’ “Oh, old and fuzzy, huh? Is this a good thing?” “It is to me.” She kissed his mouth softly before tucking her head beneath his chin. “I was worried that you regretted everything that happened last night when I woke up and found you gone. disappointed you because I never gave you an answer to your proposal.”

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The Flavor of Love “Etta, I wished I had handled it differently, but whether last night or two months from now, I still would want you to be my wife,” Keigo admitted openly to her. “You and I both have been living in the past for some time now. I’m ready to move ahead to the next level of my live. I will never forget Clair and Miko, but I properly grieved over their loss and no matter how angry I got, how much I cried, or how lonely I felt it didn’t bring them back to me.” Etta didn’t say nothing but he felt her head nod under his chin and knew she was taking in what he was saying. “Etta if I haven’t learned anything these past few years I’ve learned that I’m a patient man. I can afford to give you the time you need to come to the same conclusion that we were meant to meet and we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together.” “Are you finished?” He nodded. She tilted her head back and he looked down into her large eyes. “Let me start by thanking you again, Keigo.” “For what? All that screaming I made you do,” he winked and grinned. “Don’t go there or I won’t get out what I need to say.” She punched him playfully in the chest and he pretended to be hurt. “I’m sorry, baby. Go ahead.” “I want to thank you for everything,” she began again. “God, I still can’t believe you drove that car by yourself to find me and in the rain of all times.” She shook her head. “I can’t even begin to know I know how difficult that must have been for you, but I realized more then ever what a coward I was being, by thinking that I could go through the rest of my life never falling in love again.” She caressed the dark strands of hair from his right temple. “Thank you for comforting me while I cried in the shower and for keeping me from floating when you…well, you know.” Keigo cut his eyes at her in a mischievous manner. “No, I don’t know. When I what?” “Okay, forget it I’ll just go get my shower,” she pouted. Keigo laughingly tightened his arms about her. “Okay…Okay. I don’t remember you being so moody in the mornings at your place. I would have thought you would be purring my praises after all I did to that hot little body of yours.” “Forget it,” she huffed and struggled to get up causing the swing to sway gently. This time he stilled Etta by putting his hand to her face tenderly. It felt good. She was where he knew she belonged. They could grow old together just sitting here like this and he would be happy. Hell, he was happy! Would others appreciate it if he woke them up shouting, “I love Etta” at the top of his lungs? None of his best friends had found love once. And here he was finding it twice in one lifetime. 129

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It was a gesture of complete

surrender. His emotions felt so raw that it seemed to reach into his chest and put his heart in a vice grip. To hear her say the words when he was least expecting to hear them was more reassuring then if she had said them a hundred times while they made love. The personal relief he felt was…humbling. Keigo felt his throat tightened up and his heart sang with relief as he fell into a bottomless pit of peace and satisfaction. He saw that she looked a bit misty-eyed too. “Say something,” she urged.” “Etta, marry me.” “Is that an order?” “No, it’s a request that you allow me to make you happy for the rest of our lives,” he stated. “Good answer,” she gave him a dimpled grin. “Yes, Keigo Kyou, I will marry you.” “Soon?” “Anytime is fine with me as long as we don’t have a big traditional wedding,” she informed. “Both are families will kill us,” his lips pursed in deep thought. He could hear Fay and Auntie Loo ranting at him about taking their Little Etta off and denying her a proper wedding. Big bertha would shorten his swizzle stick for sure then. God help him, he hadn’t even met her brother yet, what if he apposed of them getting together? Also, his mother probably won’t be too happy that he chose to defy family tradition once more. Thankfully he had Jin to help her get use to the idea, hopefully before they married and not afterwards like she did with Claire. She didn’t soften to Claire until after Miko was born. “Uh, oh,” Etta groaned. “I can see those wheels turning in your head. You’re not upset about my not wanting a big wedding are you?” She asked. “Does this have something to do with that soiled wedding dress in the back of your guest bedroom closet?” Etta nodded, her face solemn. ‘It was my wedding day when and Neil and my brother Toby were on their way to the church when they were in a pile up on the causeway.” “I know,” he admitted.

The Flavor of Love Her eyes grew wide with surprise. “You knew what happened all this time and never said anything to me?” “No, I knew after meeting your mother,” Keigo quickly explained not wanting her to think he was intentionally being deceitful in any way. “She told you,” Etta said flatly. “Don’t be upset with her. She felt there was something familiar about me, Etta. At first I thought it was because I was on television, but that wasn’t it at all. The day Neil was killed was the day my family was killed and I was brought my MedEvac into the emergency room. “ “What?” she gasped. “The man that was covered in blood. I remember I thought it was Neil, but mother insisted it wasn’t. She told me it was an Asian man and that you would survive but had a terrible ordeal to face when you awakened.” “That is what Fay told me, too. She also told me she saw something…else.” “I remember she had the strangest look on her face. That is what made me think she was lying to me about it being Neil.” Etta brow crinkled with concern. “What did Mommy tell you?” “That she knew on that day that are destines were intertwined and we were meant to find each other when the time was right,” he confided waiting for it all to sink in. He knew it took him a few days after meeting Fay to adjust to the supernatural state of it all. All this time he and Etta had talked about losing the ones they loved, neither of them ever put two and two together. Keigo released a long sigh finally happy to let it out. He had wanted to tell Etta, but he didn’t want her to want him because she was a believer in the mystical, but because she loved him in return. He started to move the swing back and forth lightly and held her quietly until she was ready to speak. “So, knowing this about, can you understand that I don’t want a big wedding?” Keigo nodded against her temple. “Can we go to the courthouse and do it without telling anyone. After we can plan on a big party together for our friends, family and coworkers.” “Sort of like the Japanese way?” “Yes,” Etta reached out and placed her hand on the side of his face. “I don’t think I can take another church wedding where I’m sitting there waiting and wondering if you will show up or not.” “Etta, whatever makes you happy will make me happy,” Keigo assured her and he meant it. He didn’t care who was angry with him. This is their decision alone to make. “Okay, then after we return home we go to the courthouse and make it official.” “Your mother?” “After what you told me, she will understand.” 131

Shiree McCarver “What about your brother, don’t you think I should meet the man and let him know my intentions are honorable in regards to his only sister?” Etta worried her bottom lip. “Toby,” she moaned. “You may want to wait until after the wedding?” “No way, Etta. I draw the line there. If I’m going to be calling this man my brother for the next fifty years or more, then I have to insist on doing at least this much the traditional way,” Keigo said in a voice that brook no argument. “What if he doesn’t approve?” Keigo shrugged. “Then, we won’t get married.” “Really?” She asked in a shrilled voice. “Hell, no.” Keigo chuckled. “I will just let him believe that when I talk to him, to make him feel as if his opinion mattered. Etta laughed. Her expression grew quiet for a moment before it turned outright wanton. He glared at her suspiciously wondering what she was up to or what foolish thing she was about to ask of him? “Keigo, would you think I was being too greedy if I were to tell you I wanted to make love with you again,” Etta spoke between pleasant little nibbles to his bottom lip. “Hell yeah, but who’s keeping count?” “Uh, Reko will be, when he realizes he doesn’t have any condoms.” “Hey, what are friends for?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “But now that we are getting married and we already did it once without--” “Don’t even think about it,” she warned. “Don’t they say, “No glove, no love”? Come on, you want me to be wobbling in to are wedding party? Everyone will think you married me because I was pregnant,” she pouted. “Okay, whatever. Let’s do it all ready, I’m about to burst now that you’ve put the thought in my head again,” he eyed her naked slender legs and feet, taking in the bruising in the light of day. “Aren’t you sore?” “All over, but I still want you.” His cock lurched against the cheek of her ass sitting on it. All he had to do was turn her around to face him and spread her legs on each side of him and they could go at it right here outside in from of God and anyone else that happened to be up this early, and do it. “Hey, Etta, I got an idea.” “Hey Keigo?” “What?” He tilted his head to the side. “You have the same idea? Can your psychic instinct read what I need?” She nodded with a grin. “Yes, we both need the same thing,” her voice said seductively.

The Flavor of Love “Now, you’re talking.” Keigo reached between them and undid the top button of his jeans. “What are you doing?” She leaned back placing a hand on her hip. “We going to do it right here aren’t we?” “Why, Judge Freaky, we aren’t going to do no such thing.” Etta released a throaty laugh and he knew it was because of the childish dissapointment that was written all over his face. “I thought you said we needed the same thing,” he accused. “We do! A shower!” She laughed and pushed away from his chest, dashing off his lap into a skip back inside the house. He heard her yell, “Last one in the shower is the funkiest person in the person in the world!” Her brisk movements caused the swing to dip forward and spill him out onto the porch. It took Keigo a full minute to stop laughing long enough to get off the ground. He came up slowly. Dusting off the front of his pants he decided not to rush. The woman he loved wasn’t going anywhere.

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The Flavor of Love “Hey, want to stop at the first hotel we come to?” Etta laughed. “You’re joking right? We’re close to my place, so you can wait, Judge Hot and Horny.” “Hey, I’m having withdrawals,” Keigo protested. “We haven’t had a private moment together since the day after that big storm. I need you.” “I need you too.” “Okay, then we go to my place, it’s closer,” he compromised. “That will be great, I haven’t had the chance to see your place yet.” Something else dawned on Etta. “Wow, we haven’t discussed where we’re going to live. I never considered the fact that I would someday move away from my neighbor hood, my family.” “Don’t fret, sweetheart, I like you neighborhood, I think it would be a better place to raise children, than the penthouse. Now, that I’m driving again I want have to hound Reko and he can stay at my place and be a caretaker.” Keigo asked, turning on his blinker going towards the downtown district. “What’s with the face?” “I never thought about children either. After losing your daughter do you want more children?” Etta asked. “After having a child and losing her, the one thing I always knew was I wanted to be a father again” She nodded at him and smiled. “I want children also. How many do you think we should have?” “Oh, an even dozen should do,” Keigo, announced with hesitation. Etta’s balked. Smacking her lips at him she said, “Then you and I are going to have a problem.” He laughingly steered his jeep into the valet parking lot of the Residence Towers. Etta stepped out of the car when the valet held the door open for her. Keigo threw him the keys and his fingers took her arm with gentle claim. As they were about to step into the elevator they heard his name being called. It was from the manager behind the front desk. “Etta, go on up and make yourself at home.” “You sure I can wait for you,” she offered. “No, I want you to go up and turn left and walked down the hall. You will run into my bedroom, go inside the bathroom and check out the tub. It takes a while to fill it up, so why don’t you get it started.” “Bubbles?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell any one my secret.” He leaned in and whispered, “I got all kinds of bubbles.” His fingers clamped over her laughing chin and he tilted her face up. “Give me a kiss.” “Here? Everybody’s staring,” Etta eyes widened in warning. “And you’re always wondering why I’m so bossy?” He shook his head. “Probably because you’re so argumentative.” “I--” 135

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Definitely not the ethnic style she prefers but it

was full of light and the view was breathtaking. With an excited gasp, Etta half run-half skipped to the huge gourmet kitchen that made up the open floor plan. She was envious. Keigo didn’t even cook and he had all the amenities a kitchen could offer and some. If it weren’t for the fact that she loved her neighborhood and having a front and back yard to grow her herbs she‘d be sold to move here just for the kitchen alone. “Wow, this is great,” Etta, exclaimed moving about opening the frosted glass door cabinets to look at the wares inside. “How did you get up here?” An angry heavily accented voice sounded and startled Etta, she let go of the cabinet door she was holding and it closed itself slowly without slamming. She was too stunned to find that she wasn’t alone to notice. She turned to find an older Asian woman and a young Asian woman standing in the middle of the pent house. They must have come from the balcony. “I asked you a question!” The older elegantly clad Asian woman spoke again. “I…I…Keigo, asked me to come up and wait for him.” Etta managed to say once she got her wits back. “I’m sorry who are you?” “I’m Keigo’s mother,” she answered. “And this his fiancée. If you are his maid, then you must be new, for you aren’t even dressed properly. Don’t worry I will see to it that you have a proper uniform.” Etta gasped and jerked backward as if someone had just punched her. She hadn’t got past Keigo’s fiancée to be insulted by being assumed to be the maid. How was it possible? He told her time and again there had been no one since Claire and now here his mother stood with this drop-dead gorgeous Asian woman that he was to marry. “Oh, God. She trusted him with all her secrets and fears, not to mention her body and her most of all her heart. How could he be so cruel to make her fall in love with him knowing he was beholden to someone else? Someone his mother most likely approved of. She didn’t’ want a scene and she didn’t want to be Keigo’s excuse to break another woman’s heart. She had to get out of here.

The Flavor of Love “Are you okay?” The younger woman asked. “I,” Etta murmured. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here.” She made a speedy exit thankful the elevator doors were still opened. The door closed once she reentered and automatically descended. There were tears in her eyes. She winced as she replayed what just happened in her mind. She felt a familiar numbness, it reminded her of how she felt when the realization that Neil was never coming back. Weird, she always thought only death could hurt her that bad, now she realized that when you loved someone, truly love them, you were vulnerable to be hurt by them whether they were dead or alive. “Why? Why did you do this to me, Keigo?” Etta was relieved when the elevator door opened and she didn’t see any signs of Keigo. There was no way she could have faced him at that moment. She rushed out the doors they entered earlier. “May I get your car for you, Ms.” A valet attendant came forward. “I’m sorry I don’t have a car, can you get me a cab, please.” Etta numbly slid into the back of the cab and gave him her address. She didn’t look back. *** Keigo whistled as he entered the elevator. After speaking to the hotel manager he had him to let him in the hotel safe to remove an antique cut platinum engagement ring he had purchased on a whim because it was a bargain and it was a great investment. He supposed in the back of his mind he always hoped to someday be blessed to find love again. Afterwards he stopped by the hotel florist and purchased a ridiculously huge bouquet of assorted roses, he figured they could use the petals in the tub before the night was out. This time he was going to propose properly. Afterward, he would spend the rest of the night dousing any leftover fears that he would abandon her before or after they were married. Keigo felt as if Etta saved him from becoming a lonely bitter and cynical man. She gave him hope. Now he had to get her to the courthouse to marry him before she turned skittish again and run from him. The elevator door opened. “Baby, I’m home. I--” Keigo’s chin dropped in surprise. After he recovered he stepped out of the elevator. “Okāsan? Risa-chan? What are you doing here?” “Nande! Why?” His mother raised her voice at him. “Nande sonna-koto suru-no? Why do you do things like this?” “Etta!” Keigo called out. “Etta? Where are you?” Keigo ran towards the bedroom. “Yamete-yo! Stop!” Keigo came up short at his mother’s voice he turned to look at her. “That woman isn’t here,” Tamiko Kyou sneered.

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Her house was dark and she wondered if

her mom returned to Oakland to be with Toby and the new baby or if she was home. She had an urge to walk around the block to her house to see if she was home, but she really wasn’t up to taking about Keigo to anyone. Etta was so numb she couldn’t even cry. At least no one would know how stupid she had been to actually think that he wanted to marry her. She couldn’t hate him. She had wanted him and for a moment he was hers, or so she thought. Etta opened the screen door and placed her key in the door. With shaky hands she pushed the door wide. “SURPRISE!” Etta’s mouth dropped wide, her heart raced with fright and then it all sunk in. Everyone was there. Her family, her friends, no reason Reko, Marco, Carla, and Nan were in such a hurry to get away. Her house was decorated like a church cathedral. There were flowers everywhere and in front of the fireplace a long red walkway of material was draped. There was even a minister. Her mother knew she would never agree to another big wedding at the church, so she obviously had brought the church to her. “Etta, baby girl,” Fay came forward with Frank Tutillo by her side. “Dear, are you all right? You look a bit feverish.” She peeked behind her. “Where is Keigo?” “Mommy,” Etta whimpered. She could barely hear her from the loud ringing in her ears. What was wrong with her? She heard muffled cries of her name as her eyes closed and she dropped to the ground in a faint.

The Flavor of Love *** Etta released a long deep sigh and opened her eyes. She didn't remember undressing and going to bed. She turned over and hit a warm solid body. The tantalizing smell of aftershave was familiar. It was Keigo. She wondered how long she’d been sleep it was dark in her bedroom accept for the light coming from the adjoining bathroom casting shadows in the bedroom. It was enough that she could make out Keigo face and the fact that her was naked and sleeping in her with her. Why was he Keigo sleeping in her bed instead of at home with his “fiancée”? What happen to all those people that were gathered in her house? What a mess, she fretted. Lying on her side with her hand tucked under chin she watched Keigo sleep. A swath of black hair fell casually on his forehead. He was in need of a shave but it only added to his rugged features. Even in sleep he exuded a strength that she admired. She had been so proud of him driving the car and she still was. Even if there was another woman he was supposed to marry, she still loved him with all that she was. When she ran, she was feeling childish in her vulnerable state. Etta supposed being pregnant did that to a woman. She was going to tell him, but she wanted to wait until she could visit a doctor and have official proof. Regardless of his effort to try and understand she knew he was still a bit skeptical of psychic and their abilities. But everything in her knew she was carrying Keigo’s child. Etta was already developing new senses of awareness that comes when the Chirac women are with child. It must be a boy, because she hadn’t felt sick, or it may still be too early in the development for her to have the side effects.

Regardless of her love for him, she didn’t want him to stay with her out of

obligations. If he loved this woman his mother called his fiancée would he be here naked in her bed? “Oh, Keigo was are we going to do?” She asked softly, not expecting an answer from his sleeping form. His eyes opened slowly and looked deeply into hers. “You’re marrying me as you promised,” his sleep filled voice answered. “Keigo,” she breathed his name. “Why did you leave me, Etta?” She wallowed deeply, “I was scared that once you showed up, you would confirm what your mother said about that woman being your fiancée,” she admitted honestly. “Have I ever lied to you?” He reached out and lightly fingered the braid resting between her cheek and shoulder. “You should have stayed and allowed me to straighten things out,” he uttered in an accusing tone. “Yes,” she agreed. There was no reason to argue the point she had been wrong to leave. He was her man and she had put her claim on him and no other woman had the right to tell her otherwise, not even his mother. “She called me your maid.”

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The Flavor of Love “I’m sorry, for not waiting to hear your side of things,” Etta brought his hand up to her face. “Now tell me what the fainting was about? Are you feeling better?” He released her hand to caress her hair off her brow. Etta started to tell him her secret, but decided she would save it. It would be a wedding present. “I was tired, but I’m rested now,” she assured him. “How did you ended up on babysitting duty,” she asked playfully. “You’re my bride, that gives me automatic rights.” He leaned in closer pressing a tender kiss to her brow. “I left my mother and Risa in Reko’s charge. They are staying at my place. Your mother and Auntie Loo I believe is housing the others that came in from out of town.” “So, tomorrow is the big day,” she nuzzled her nose against his. “Should we be sleeping naked together the night before our wedding?” “Probably not.” He nibbled the corner of her mouth. “But, I can’t think of anything less traditional then this, besides I didn’t want you to worry about something happening to me on the way here.” “Thank you for thinking about me,” Etta said sincerely. She came up on her elbow and sat up to brace her hand on his shoulder and urge him off his side onto his back. “I’m always thinking about you, Etta.” His voice deepened with emotions. “I’ve hardly been able to think about anything else since I met you. I love you and you’re everything to me.” Etta came up on her knees putting one leg between his she separated his lean muscular thighs. Her eyes feasted on his body bathed in the pale light shafting in from the bathroom. “I love you too, Keigo and I’m starving.” “You want me to run out and get you something?” “I dare you ask a chef such a question,” she feigned wounded by his suggestion with a pout on her full lips. “Besides, what I’m hungry for you can’t find at any restaurant,” she paused and thought about it and said. “Well, you can, because there are plenty of men that work at restaurants, but of course you don’t so--” “Etta, you’re talking too much. If you’re trying to seduce me you’re failing miserably—ah!” He gasped and let out a shivering sigh. “Funny, it feels hard to me,” she commented stroking his the length of his erection with tight fingers. “So you must have a thing for talkative women.” “Shit, that feels good.” He hissed through clinched teeth, his hips moving to meet and withdraw her stroking motions. She continued squeezing him with long even strokes alternating the moment with the rapid hard and fast speed. Leaning down her lips slashed over his open mouth.

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The veins were noticeable giving her a map of all the sensitive

spots to run her tongue along. “Oh, Etta…Oh, Etta, yes, baby,” he released a loud groan. Keigo's hips came up off the bed to meet her wandering mouth. Etta sucked on the veins in his penis avoiding his ultra sensitive head and testicles during her adoration of the shaft. Between her legs she felt herself pulsing and she alternated her position so that her pussy was in his face. She grinned with cock in hand, pleased that he needed no further urging. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” she keened as his mouth suckled her wet pussy. Etta pushed into the sensation he was causing. His fingers were pressing against her hair-covered mons while he sucked her clitoris. She rotated her hips against his face for a moment of self-indulgence before returning to his cock with her hot mouth. She licked the dewy drops from the head, the tip of her tongue working at the opening. She slowly lowered her mouth to accommodate as much as she could and eased back up slowly. Her thighs quivered from what he was doing to her body. She suckled him rhythmically. They took turns. The harder she tugged on his penis the harder he sucked her clitoris. Etta released his penis with a loud “pop”. “Oh, Keigo…Keigo, I’m going to come,” she warned him and for her troubles received two fingers in her weeping opening. “Yes…yes…yes…oh, pffft…fuck, yesssssss!” she wailed her orgasm. Etta thighs involuntarily started to shake so bad she flopped down on his face. She could her his muffle laughter as she rode the waves of ecstasy. She felt like a limp rag doll as he stacked the bed pillows and guided her over them with her head towards the headboard of the bed. She felt very exposed with her butt up in the air and her well-lubricated vagina open to him. She felt his tongue one more time on her before the bed dipped while he came up on his knees behind her. One hand rested on the small of her back as he used his other hand to guide his penis. Etta released a raspy cry and came again as he entered her pussy from behind in one deep stroke until she felt his testicles slap against her. He leaned forwarded and through gritted teeth blew his hot breath in her ear as he asked, “ Are you okay?” She couldn’t even speak all she could do is grunt and squirm her ass against him to indicate she wanted him to continue. Etta felt sweat gliding down her back. She didn’t know if it was hers or Keigo’s as he bent over her. She reached out with both hands and grabbed onto the headboard. Her knuckles grew white from

The Flavor of Love the pressure she applied as he began long, deep agonizingly slow strokes. She squirmed at a faster pace, feeling a bit uncoordinated as she urged him to speed up. If she had any doubt of who was in control in the bedroom, Keigo let her know he was. It didn’t matter is she started the lovemaking or he did. By the time he was finished with her body, she was melting in his hands and under his mercy of weather it would be a slow lovemaking session or a hot and quick fuck. Tonight she felt as if it was a bit of both. She spread her knees wider, wanting more, urging his cock to hit her wonder spot when he banged into her. Her inner folds convulsed around him and she knew she was going to come again, but before she fell over the peak of no return, he stopped. Etta thought she was going to literally die. She whimpered and was stunned to find tears actually flowing from her eyes. She tried to move her ass against him but his fingers bit into her hips keeping her in place. As she felt herself calming down, it was as if he was in perfect harmony with her body. He picked up the pace once more urging her towards another orgasm. Animalistic grunts tore from her throat and she bit her bottom lips to quiet them down. “Don’t,” Keigo practically growled the word. “I love the mewling sounds you make. Don’t hold it back just let it go, sweetheart.” Etta was delighted to hear he like the noise she made because she wouldn't have been able to stop the guttural sounds from escaping, even if she wanted to. Once Keigo changed his strokes from long and deep to shorter harder ones. The slapping sounds of wet sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh, and his deep grunts made her hotter. Fisting a hand full of her hair as he spoke to her dirty words in Japanese whipped her into a wild frenzy. She completely let go, of all the baggage she’d hung onto since that fated day that distorted the course of both their lives. Now it was all so blessedly clear that they were destined to be together. Etta released a scream. She sobbed, while convulsing around his penis in ripples. Keigo trusted two more time before he followed suit. She felt his delicious body rock with spontaneous shudders and shakes before he collapsed on top of her. Etta could feel his penis twitching and pumping inside her, hot mingled body fluids poured out of her pussy tickled her ultra sensitive clitoris. She released the headboard and pinpricks of pain coarse through her fingers. Hell, her entire body had a wonderful numbing ache and she realized how addictive these feelings could become. Etta welcomed the momentary weight of him on top her while a multicolored light show went off behind her tightly closed eyelids. “Kuso, shit!” Keigo let out in a loud whoosh. Etta welcomed the sudden rush of cool air hit her moist skin as Keigo practically peeled his front from her back.

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The Flavor of Love wife, and trusted back into the limelight along with the fact that she was a psychic. Etta looked on the bright side. Look at all the free publicity her online cooking show will get. Hmm, maybe they could become a team in the courtroom. Whoever won their case got a free health reading. Etta giggled. “What’s so funny,” Keigo asked coming back towards the bed, crawling onto the mattress. “You are.” Her laughing brown eyes made a point of looking down at his crotch. “Wear you out, did I?” To her amazement, his penis started to lengthen as it hardened.” Keigo grinned. “Temporary reprieve. All it needs is focus and a little encouragement.” Etta felt giddy with happiness. “What do you have in your hand?” Keigo slid back off the bed and Etta flopped on her stomach moving towards the edge to see what he was hiding from her. “Come on,” she cried out. “What is it? Too late for a condom,” she lifted an eyebrow at him. He had no idea of the extent of those words. He stood towering over her before switching on the light by the bed. With a clearing of his throat he dropped down on one knee. With excited anticipation Etta stared, her eyes misting with emotions. Keigo held the small velvet box in his palm and opened it with the other hand asking, “Etta Mae Jones, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and promise me no matter what the future holds we will never go to bed with any secrets or fears between us? Sorry, but I dropped the flowers I bought you on the floor of the penthouse.” Etta gasped at the beautifully crafted ring with filigree scrolls and several diamonds, small, med, and large making up the design. It was perfectly different and non-traditional, just like she was, and she loved it. “Keigo,” she breathed as he slipped it on her ring finger of her left hand. It was a little loose, but not so much that the weight of it caused it to spin on her finger. “Well?” He asked. She realized he was waiting for an answer. She was so use to him making declarations and expecting her to comply, she assumed the answer would be obvious. Etta replayed his proposal in her mind. No secrets. Damn. “Yes, Keigo, I will marry you. Also, we’re going to have a baby. Now, let’s go to bed we have a wedding to attend tomorrow.” She scooted back over to her pillow holding her finger up to the light, to look at the brilliancy of the diamonds. She looked over to find a stunned Keigo still on the floor, only instead of being bent on one knee he was on both his knees. Speechless. Etta beamed and hummed the ditty Keigo always hummed. “Nowhere, to run. Nowhere, to hide.” It felt good to get the last word in without worrying if she would have to go to jail because of it.

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The Flavor of Love Epilogue And it ends as it begins. With a wedding… Halfway between dreams and sleep, Keigo smiled to himself. Today was his wedding day and he was going to be a father. It didn’t get any better. During his time away from Etta at the penthouse, along with the ring and flowers, he called in some favors and obtained a license. All he had to do was call and change the address to Etta’s for messenger delivery. Once they signed on the dotted line it would be official. Just as he was about to open his eyes he felt a light kiss placed on his lips. He stretched and grinned. Etta. Keigo’s eyes opened. He jackknifed up in the bed, the sheet sliding down to his hips. “What the hell? Auntie Loo, what are you doing in the bedroom?” He saw the other side of the rumpled bed was empty. “Where is Etta?” Auntie Loo released a cackle. “Oh, boy, Handsome, our Little Etta is a lucky girl,” she winked. “I knew you had some kissable lips.” Keigo scowled. “Yeah, well, we’re going to have to discuss this, “open door” policy you have around here.” His fist tightened on the sheet at his hips He couldn’t believe the old woman was blatantly looking him over as if he was being considered for something unthinkable. Keigo suppressed a shudder from the thought. There was a limit to family love. As if reading his mind, Auntie Loo laughed. “Get up and let’s get things started, Asian Prince Charming. Your bride, Black Sleeping Booty, is already downstairs in the kitchen. She says, “no one else is going to cook her wedding cake but her.” I told her she should rest being pregnant will tire her out quicker and it’s going to be a long day.” Keigo pouted. He hoped that could be their little secret for bit longer. Auntie Loo continued, “Etta’s also pissed because she remembered everyone was standing in her house with their outside shoes on yesterday. I told her to get over it, because they will be wearing them again today. There are too many people. There’s bound to be some stinky feet in there somewhere.” She nodded her head. “I can’t believe she told you about the baby. Did she tell you before or after she told me?” he huffed and rolled his eye. Auntie Loo shook her head. “Told me?” She cackled again. “You might as well get use to the fact that there won’t be much going on in your house that we don’t know about before you do.” “Oh yeah,” Keigo grumbled. “How can I forget the neighborhood psychic network?”

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SHIREE MCCARVER

Interracial relationships with action, romance, humor and emotions rolled into one memorable tales of love has become a trademark of Alabama native, Shiree McCarver's novels. She learned a long time ago that laughter and dreams were necessary for daily survival. She made a choice between a career in music and writing romances. We're delighted she chose writing. Ms. McCarver loves hearing from her readers. She can be reached at:

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The Flavor of Love Other books by Shiree McCarver SELBY MAISON has worked her way up from an orphan to a successful recording star. Only to find at thirty-five her career is fading, she has a failed marriage, and now can never have children. What's a girl to do? DARIUS ANDROS is a shape-shifting Satyr from Ancient Greece. He is searching for a soul mate that can give him a family he so longs for. With one catch she must be a descendant of the Nymphs for it to work. Can Selby accept the offer of undying love from Darius? To be immortal and be able to have children that would be half Satyr? Together they must face fears they both have and make a decision of life immortal or human.

Selby and Darius are getting married and trouble ensues… "I have no patients for men…especially Sylus de Gauls." Lesbian, Entertainment Executive, Zaza Draper, has no patients for men in general. Therefore, as maid of honor in her best friend, Selby’s, wedding it forces her to work closely with pompous best man, Sylus de Gauls. "Human females bore me…especially Zaza Draper." Musician extraordinaire, Sylus de Gauls, thought after centuries of all kinds of women he could handle this one, but Zaza was more then one Satyr should have to deal with in a lifetime. "It’s physically impossible for a Satyr to love a human female!" Za and Sy are on a mission to find Selby’s birth mother before the big wedding. As Sy learns Za’s secrets, a forbidden love develops, bringing the forces of the Darkworld upon their heads. Can love prevail or is death imminent? Wolf biologist Sera Tibbs is attractive, smart, and respected in her field. She is also dying. When she decides to relocate to

Lake Tahoe to complete her research, she never dreamt she would encounter her soul mate in the midst of taking her last breathe she his rescued by a 6’4 virgin shifter who swears he is her fated lover and promises to save her from the illness ravishing her body. Impotent and colorblind, Lykian born werewolf, Justus Apollon has been tracking a serial killer for two centuries. Never, has he disregarded his duties; until, he unexpectedly encounters his ‘weakness', Sera. In love, Justus discovers a world, of colors and passion, only to leave himself vulnerable to his enemy. Will Justus seduce Sera into becoming a she-wolf so she may live? Will Sera choose immortality with Justus, only to risk dying in the vengeful hands of his adversary, once known as Jack the Ripper? Justus will do anything in his power to keep Sera safe as he helps her come to grip with her role in his life Lord Ethan Clare is his own man although his family and Queen are forcing him to do his duty and marry once again. He lost his first wife in childbirth and he really does not want to marry again. Ethan will do as he is asked even though he has fallen for another. He has made many enemies while working for his Queen. Now he has found the one for him and they are both tangled in a web of intrigue and deceit. Ethan has his hands full with the mysterious Sauda, his family duties and trying to discover who the leader of the Knights of Darkness is. Ethan is different from the rest of his family and he does not know why. Sauda is like no one he has ever met and he is willing to give everything up for their forbidden love. Sauda Mauri is a trained assassin. She has been a slave and an assassin for many years and now she has a chance of freedom if she can complete her mission. She has run away from her master and is traveling under the disguise of Lady Francis’s nursemaid so she can get her assignments and earn her freedom. She does not need a complication and Lord Ethan is more than determined to be just that. She will not let her emotions get the better of her; she has a job to do. Sauda will not be his mistress and can never be his wife. Will Sauda follow her heart or will she settle for being Ethan’s mistress? Will Ethan forget family duties and take a chance with his forbidden love? A Holiday Tale of two opposites realizing all they wanted for Christmas is the same thing…unconditional love. All Alec wanted for Christmas was an assistant he wouldn’t want in his bed. Playboy Advertising mogul Alec Mercer sees nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure. That is until he discovers his exassistant had sabotaged his clients contract renewals, because of a broken heart. The mistake could have cost him millions in revenue. He swears he's going to straighten out his personal life. Starting with proposing to his on again off again socialite girlfriend Erica, and settle down. All Mary wanted for Christmas was a man who could love her as she was.

Mary Christmas, yep…that's her name. She’s a big woman with a big heart. She wears glasses and not too pretty but she’s as jolly as the come. Working in an office full of beautiful slim women can be trying. Having a secret crush on the boss, Alec Mercer, was downright ridiculous. There was no way a guy like that could like someone like her, or so she believed. Now that Mary got her Christmas wish in the flesh, what is she going to do about it? Together, they make Christmas wishes a reality…

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Shiree McCarver Fried Chicken Katsu Curry Ingredients: 4 large chicken breasts Plain flour, for coating 4 eggs, beaten Bread crumbs, for coating Vegetable oil, for deep-frying Steamed rice, to serve for the vegetable curry 2 tbsp butter Half a large onion, chopped ¼ lb carrots, boiled and chopped ¼ lb potatoes, boiled and chopped Katsu curry sauce: 2 tbsp butter 2 garlic cloves, chopped half large onion, chopped 3 Granny Smith apples, chopped 2¼ pints water 2 bananas, chopped 2 tbsp honey 1 tbsp ground turmeric ½ tbsp madras powder ½ tbsp hot curry powder 2 tbsp ketchup 15 fl oz chicken stock 2 tbsp corn starch 1 tbsp salt 2 tbsp ground black pepper Preparation and Cooking Instructions: First make the katsu curry sauce. In a large saucepan, heat together the butter, garlic, onion and apple, mix together and fry briefly. Add in 1¼ pints water, then the banana, honey, turmeric, Madras powder and ketchup. Bring to the boil. Add in the stock. Mix together the remaining water with the corn starch. Add to the curry mixture with the salt and black pepper. Cook for 20 minutes, stirring now and then. Strain the sauce into a bowl and reserve it. Cut slashes in each chicken breast fillet. Coat the chicken breast fillets first in flour, then beaten egg then breadcrumbs. Heat the vegetable oil for deep-frying in a wok or deep fat-fryer. Deep-fry the chicken breast fillets one at a time in the vegetable oil for 3-4 minutes until golden and crisp. Remove the chicken breast fillets with a slotted spoon or frying basket and drain on kitchen paper and keep warm in a warm oven. Meanwhile, prepare the vegetable curry. Heat the butter in a heavy-based saucepan. Add in the onion, carrot and potatoes and fry for 2-3 minutes until the onion has softened. Pour in the reserved katsu curry sauce and cook for 4-5 minutes, bringing to the boil. Slice the chicken into even strips and serve with the vegetable curry and steamed rice

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The Flavor of Love Carrot and Cabbage Soup Ingredients: 4 carrots, medium size, peeled and sliced ½ head of cabbage, medium size, washed and shredded 4 onions, medium, peeled and diced 2 tablespoons butter 3 cups of boiling water 2 cups of milk, scalded Salt and pepper to taste Instructions: Put all the ingredients into boiling water and allow it to cook about 45 minutes. Then serve.

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The Flavor of Love Lobster Salad Ingredients: 1 cup cooked, flaked lobster, 1 small lobster 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice 1/2 cup thinly sliced celery 1/3 cup mayonnaise, or to moisten 1/4 teaspoon salt dash pepper mixed salad greens 1 avocado, peeled, quartered Preparations: Sprinkle lobster with lemon juice. Ad celery, salt and pepper. Gently stir in mayonnaise; chill thoroughly. Brush avocados with lemon juice. Arrange lobster salad on mixed greens with a wedge of avocado.

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The Flavor of Love French Bread Ingredients: 5 cups of all-purpose flour 2 1/2 (.25 ounce) packages active dry yeast + a pinch more (1 pg. of active dry yeast = .25 ounces or 2 and 1/2 teaspoons per packet) 1 1/2 teaspoons salt 2 cups warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C) 1-tablespoon cornmeal 1 egg white Instructions: In a large bowl, combine 2 cups flour, yeast and salt. Stir in 2 cups warm water, and beat until well blended using a stand mixer with a dough hook attachment. Using a wooden spoon, stir in as much of the remaining flour as you can. On a lightly floured surface, knead in enough flour to make a stiff dough that is smooth and elastic. Knead for about 8 to 10 minutes total. Shape into a ball. Place dough in a greased bowl, and turn once. Cover, and let rise in a warm place until doubled. Punch dough down, and divide in half. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface. Cover, and let rest for 10 minutes. Roll each half into large rectangle. Roll up, starting from a long side. Moisten edge with water and seal. Taper ends. Grease a large baking sheet. Sprinkle with cornmeal. Place loaves, seam side down, on the prepared baking sheet. Lightly beat the egg white, and brush on. Cover with a damp cloth. Let rise until nearly doubled, 35 to 40 minutes. With a very sharp knife, make 3 or 4 diagonal cuts about 1/4 inch deep across top of each loaf. Bake in a preheated 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) oven for 20 minutes. Brush again with egg white. Bake for an additional 15 to 20 minutes, or until bread tests done and if necessary, cover loosely with foil to prevent over browning. Remove from baking sheet, and cool on a wire rack.

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The Flavor of Love Hot Toddies Ingredients: 1 Package Apple Cider mix 1 tbsp honey 1/4-cup of tea (favorite brand) 1 shot brandy 1 slice lemon 1 stick of cinnamon Instructions: Follow package instructions for Apple cider. Brew tea and fill a mug 1/4 full. Mix in honey. Mix in brandy shot. Finish filling mug with Apple cider. Add lemon slice and cinnamon stick. Enjoy.

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The Flavor of Love Ham Sandwiches Ingredients: 4 slices of black or red peppered ham 3 ounces sliced natural Swiss Cheese 1 (6- or 8-inch) hoagie or sub-style sandwich roll 4 thin tomato slices Shredded lettuce Thousand Island dressing 1 tablespoon Butter or margarine, softened Instructions: Butter top and bottom of bread hoagie bun and put butter side down in skillet layer ham and cheese on both pieces of bread and grill until cheese is melted. Remove from pan and place on plate. Pour Thousand Island dressing to taste on top of melted cheese and ham. Add remaining ingredients and press top to bottom. Cut in half. Serve with dill pickle spears.

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Shiree McCarver Wonton Soup Ingredients: 18 - 24 won ton wrappers (most local grocery specialty section) Fillings: 1/2 pound of favorite pork sausage 1-tablespoon soy sauce 1-tablespoon oyster sauce A few drops sesame oil 1-teaspoon sherry 1/2-teaspoon sugar 1 green onion, finely minced 1-teaspoon cornstarch 2 dashes of white pepper Preparation of filling: Mix all items together. Finger the mixture into mini meatballs and drop into a non-stick frying pan at about med-hi and lightly precook. Put on paper towel to drain and set aside. Broth Ingredients: 4 1/2 - 5 cups chicken broth Green onion, thinly sliced, as desired A few drops sesame oil

Preparation: Place the Broth mixture on the stovetop for later. On another eyelet set a pot of water boiling. Lay one won ton skin in front of you. Cover the remaining won ton skins with a damp towel to keep them from drying out. Moisten all the edges of the won ton wrapper with water. Place a won ton mini meatball in the center. Fold the won ton wrapper in half lengthwise, making sure the ends meet. Press down firmly on the ends to seal. Use thumbs to push down on the edges of the filling to center it. Keeping thumbs in place, fold over the won ton wrapper one more time. Push the corners up and hold in place between your thumb and index finger. Wet the corners with your fingers. Bring the two ends together so that they overlap. Press to seal. The finished product should resemble a nurse's cap. Repeat with remaining won tons.

Alternate method: Place the teaspoon of filling in the middle of the wrapper and twist to seal. The final result should resemble a money pouch. Boiling the won tons: Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Add the won tons, making sure there is enough room for them to move about freely. Let the won tons boil for 5 - 8 minutes, until they rise to the top and the filling is cooked through. Remove from the pot with a slotted spoon. To make the soup: Bring the chicken stock to a boil. Add the won tons and bring the soup back to a boil. Add the green onion, remove the pot from the heat and add the sesame oil, stirring. Ladle into soup bowls, allowing 6 won tons per person.