Layla couldn’t get back to sleep. So she had woken Damien around six a.m. suggesting that they check out early and visit Universal Studios on their way out of town. He thought Keisha might like it, so he agreed, to her relief. She didn’t want to run into Martha Peterson again. What Martha had to tell her was unreal. There was no way it was true. Layla threw herself into enjoying Universal, trying to push back the shocking story from last night. It was ten p.m. when they finally got home.
The next morning, Layla was still exhausted. She felt physically and emotionally drained. It was so obvious to Damien that he told her not to worry about fixing breakfast. He said he would fix him and Keisha cereal, and he would stay until Izabella got there. Layla went back to bed without protest.
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It was a quiet Tuesday morning until Lacey called. She was frantic that there were two break-ins three streets down from Sunset Boulevard. “I don’t care what Corey says. He has to leave overnight for business all the time, and I’m usually here alone. I’m getting a gun and getting instruction on how to use it.” “I know you’re concerned, but this is one of the best areas in Tampa. Surely, they were isolated incidents. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was someone that the victims knew,” Layla stated. “I’m not taking any chances. We got a lot of expensive things in here. Plus, I’m too cute to be a victim. I want you to come with me.&rd
Alec had gone to bed early, but he was just staring at the ceiling. Lucky was lying on the floor next to the open doorway. His cell phone rang. The phone said it was almost ten o’clock, and it was his parents. “Hello,” he answered. “Hi, honey. How are you?” she asked in a voice a little higher than her normal one. Uh oh. That was the voice his mother used when she was about to tell him something he wasn’t going to like. “I was okay,” he replied as he swung his legs out of bed and placed his feet on the floor.&nb
It was Thursday, late morning. Layla filled Victoria in on what had transpired since the last time she had seen her. “Goodness,” Victoria said. “You’ve had quite the weekend.” “And week. I have a whole new look,” Layla bragged. “I noticed the change in your makeup and clothes. What brought that on?” “Something strange happened to me at the gun store. It was like I faded away, and my body went into autopilot. I knew more about guns than I realized. When I left, I felt like a whole new person, but yet . . . familiar.”&nb
Because of the Thanksgiving holiday, Victoria had scheduled her on a Monday morning in her St. Petersburg office. Layla hadn’t experienced any new memories in a week. She lay on Victoria’s couch in her office, letting herself slip into the state of relaxed hypnosis. She didn’t see anything for what felt like forever, and then the sound of glasses and dishes clinking filled her ears. Chattering could be heard as a vision appeared in her mind’s eye. She was sitting at a long dining room table with two black women and three black men. One of them was Hugo Mitchell. The others she didn’t recognize. The tablecloth was thick and white. Red china and crystal glasses were used for the place settings. A large, well-browned turkey was in the middle of the table. Dressing, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and mashed po
That morning’s therapy session left her drained, so with Damien at work, she asked Izabella to take Keisha to the park at the end of the cul-de-sac so she could nap. Layla woke fresh and full of determination. She decided to make a call that could trigger more memories for her. It was risky, but it was a call she had to make. “Hello,” the familiar, deep, sexy voice answered. “Carter, this is Layla Miles.” She fingered the necklace that Alec had given her long ago. “Hey,” he said with brightness. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I was hoping we could chat for a minute. Are you b
Bruce was walking down the hall at the agency when his cell rang. The caller ID said it was Boon Nickels. Bruce and Alec had worked with Boon at the DC Headquarters before they transferred to Tampa. “Hey, Boon. What’s up? I haven’t heard from you in months,” Bruce greeted. “Yeah, I know I hadn’t called lately. I’ve been working sixty-hour weeks for what seemed like forever. But this isn’t a social call.” Bruce stopped walking and leaned against the wall. “What’s up?” “Carter Mitchell has been more discrete with his business dealings for the past four
The temperature had dropped to sixty degrees, which was freezing cold to Floridians. Alec had gotten back from Orlando an hour ago. He had gone there to spend the day with his parents. They had grilled out. Alec and Lucky had swum in his parents’ pool with the neighbors’ two kids. They had moved in across the street three months ago. When he had gotten home, Bruce had called him to see what he was doing. Alec invited him over for a drink if he didn’t have a date tonight. Bruce said he was free for the evening and accepted the invite. He told Alec that he’d be there in an hour.Alec was getting out of the shower. He toweled himself off, then wrapped the thick, red cloth around his waist. Then he used a small, black comb to tame his wet, brown hair. When he opened the bathroom door, someone knocked on the front door
Alec gathered her in his strong arms. Heavy breaths escaped from both of them during the searing kiss. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck. His touch felt so familiar, so safe, so . . . passionate. As Alec pried her mouth open with his tongue, flashes of their relationship appeared in her mind; they had gone on a picnic, they had hung out in clubs with Bruce and other college friends, and they had laughed together. She could see every kiss, caress, and touch they had shared. She tightened her hold around him as his tongue swirled in her mouth. Then he began to slowly pull his lips away. As he was, he lightly captured the tip of her tongue between his teeth. The sensation of his teeth dragging to the very tip of her tongue made her whine with want. Then he gave her a su