Page 5 of Where We Found Our Home
“Guess she’ll have to call Isaiah then.” Even though my schedule is always crazy, my sisters always call me first for babysitting duties before my younger brother. He loves our nieces and nephew as much as I do, but he tends to forget he’s actually twenty-eight, not twelve, and ends up needing a babysitter more than they do.
“Guess so.”
“Linky, you missed my favorite.” Nevaeh nestles into my side.
I feign offense. “Favorite what? Customer?” She nods. “Say it ain’t so. I thought I was your favorite.”
“No, silly. You’re no custard, you’re my uncle.” She has a point there.
“Customer.”
She squints her eyes at me. “That’s what I said.”
“Right, of course.” Duh.
“You don’t even pay half the time, so you’re definitely not a customer,” Sasha adds, unnecessarily I might add. I slap her shoulder, and she punches me in the ribs while laughing.
“Okay, fine, so who is your favorite and what’s so special about them?”
“Her name’s Ciara. She’s so pretty and nice. Her eyes look like yours.”
“Ah, gorgeous with a twinkle?” I tease.
“No. Sad.” Sasha’s eyes widen and she looks away from the both of us.
Sometimes I forget that even though Nevaeh is only five, she’s just as intuitive as her mother. She’s going to be a force when she’s older. I have to work on putting on a better mask with her.
“Well, Ciara seems great. Sorry I missed her.”
“You can come again tomorrow! She’ll be here.” Wait a minute. Is this why Nevaeh wanted me to visit her today? She wanted me to meet this Ciara?
Oh, boy. You know your love life is sad when your five-year-old niece is trying to play matchmaker.
Too bad I have no interest in dating now or ever again. I keep my relationships casual, but I know better than to try to explain that to Nevaeh. Especially with Sasha within earshot. I like my balls where they are, thank you very much.
“Umm, maybe. Here, come with me to the display. You gotta help me pick out my dessert.” Distraction is probably my best way out of this, but I have to use food. Otherwise she’ll see right through me.
“Can I has half?” Always the negotiator.
“Don’t you always?”
Nevaeh beams and runs over to the display case. I look over at Sasha who’s watching me with a guilty look on her face.
“Sorry,” she mouths.
I shake my head. No apologies necessary. I start to head over to the display case when something outside catches my eye.
I glance over, and the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen is standing outside of a store talking to a little girl.
Her almond-colored skin is flawless. She isn’t very tall, but her legs go on for days and they’re covered with ripped jeans that fit her like a second skin, accentuating her small waist, thick thighs, and delicious ass. She has on a tight white tank top that’s tied in the front so I can make out her toned stomach. I can see she has a full sleeve tattoo on her left arm, but I can’t tell what the images are. They’re bright and colorful, though, and I want to trace them with my tongue.What the fuck, Linc?Her box braids are pulled up into a high ponytail, and it draws my attention to her slender neck that I imagine leaving my mark on.Woah. You need to relax.I can’t even pull myself away from those thoughts because I’m distracted by her full-bodied, lush lips. She’s absolutely stunning. She laughs at something the little girl said and the movement goes straight to my dick. She laughs with her entire body, and it’s sexy as hell.
Holy shit, get a grip. Like you’ve never seen a beautiful woman before. Last thing you need to do is sport wood in the middle of your sister’s shop in front of your niece.
“Umm, Linky? Why you looking so hard at Ciara?”
Fuck. Of course she would be the woman Nevaeh was telling me about. Damn, my niece has good taste. I wonder if she’d be down for something casual.
No. Nevaeh said she comes to the coffee shop every day, and she’s obviously already developed an attachment to this woman. I can’t risk some awkward situation when it ends badly. Which it will.
