Page 42 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
“I can tell by the way you were snoring—” I cracked.
Desmond interrupted me. “Nah, you know damn well I wasn’t snoring. I was sleeping hella’ good though.” He laughed.
“Son, you gonna introduce us?” His mother asked.
I peered around him to see her standing behind the island with his dad and Esa. Her brow was raised with a smile. I noticed for the first time that she was the one he got his smile from. But Desmond’s looks were passed straight down from his father. I knew his mother was beating the women off with a stick when they were younger. I wouldn’t doubt she had to check women now, because he was still a good-looking older man, too.
“You met her before I did,” he responded, then looked at me and winked.
I had to hold back my laughter, because I am sure he didn’t tell them we met a bit ago from a one-night stand.
“Not like this. It was formal when we met her all that time ago. Now, get to introducing before I make your father take his belt off.”
Desmond held his arms up in mock surrender with a smirk. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in front of him.
“Yara, you’ve met them before. But my mom, Celeste, and my pops, Senior. Y’all, this is my girl, Yara,” he introduced.
My girl.It had a nice ring to it, and I’m sure the big smile I had on my face said it all. Desmond released his hold on me so I could walk around the island to hug his mom first, then his dad.
“It’s nice to see y’all again. I made enough breakfast to feed an overgrown family. Which I will replace, Desmond?—”
“You good. Don’t worry about that,” he interrupted me.
I smiled and turned back to face his parents.
“I say all that to say, I hope you’re eating with us. I’m not a chef, but I’m certain it’s good.” I told them.
“We would love to. We were on our way here to pick up our granddaughter, but it would be even better if we could get a free meal too. It’s a great day already.” I nodded.
I turned back to finish cooking, which Desmond helped me with. I thought he was kidding earlier about helping. But I found out quickly that he knew his way around a kitchen, too. It wasn’t long before we were all sitting at the dining room table, eating and talking over breakfast.
I got to know his parents a little better, and she shared every story about Desmond as a child. It made the man before me even cuter. By the time we finished breakfast, he ushered me out of the kitchen. According to him, since I cooked, he had to clean the dishes and the kitchen. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
So, I went upstairs after his mother excused herself to take Esa upstairs to get changed. She wanted to get her washed up and grab her packed bag. Since she would be staying the nightwith them over the next few days. Desmond had to go back to work today.
I went into his room and began packing up my things into my bag. When my phone vibrated against his dresser. I walked over and noticed it was one of my employees calling. Confused, I answered.
“Ms. Sinclair, is something wrong?” I asked before she could say a word.
Mrs. Mavis cleared her throat. “Well—” Before she could say a word, a number I didn’t recognize was calling in, but it looked official.
“Hold on, Mrs. Mavis,” I told her, then clicked over.
“Hello,” I answered skeptically.
“Hi, is this Yara Sinclair?” the man asked on the other end.
I almost wanted to say no, because that was how bill collectors got you. But I was all paid up so it was no way that was it.
“Yes, this is her. Is something wrong, and who is this?” I asked.
“I’m sorry to inform you, we need you to come down to Little Angel’s Academy. There has been a fire?—”
“Wait, what? How? It’s closed right now! There’s no way it should be a fire. I’m on my way.” I interrupted him.
I couldn’t think straight at that moment. I needed to get to my place of business. If I had been more focused, I would have been able to keep an eye on things. I snatched up my bag and turned to run into his strong chest. His hands clasped around my arms, stabilizing me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.
