percent trustworthy of the friendship the woman was trying to forge with her. It was all about motivation and Jessa wondered about Keegan’s.
“Well, thank you for meeting me, sugar,” the other woman said, taking a deep sip of the red wine filling her goblet. “I couldn’t take another night around that house alone.”
Jessa eyed her. “Alone? Your husband out of town or something?” she asked, opening her menu as she felt her hunger rise. It had been a long day at the photo shoot and her nerves to the new surroundings had killed her appetite all day.
“Or something, darling,” Keegan said, her Texan accent thick. “My husband left me for another woman.”
“Damn,” Jessa said.
“Damn is right,” she drawled. “I guess karma is a bitch, huh?”
Jessa shifted her eyes away from her. The same karma that led to Eric almost killing me? The karma she prayed didn’t affect the life of her baby?
Jessa shook his head. “That’s not karma, Keegan, that’s his issues, just like it was Eric’s issues that he was crazy as hell,” she asserted.
“Humph, didn’t stop his bitch of an ex-wife from calling me to gloat about it.” Keegan sighed as she motioned for the waiter.
“Is she psychic? How does she know already?”
“Damn good question.”
“Are you okay?” Jessa asked, not sure of what else to say.
“The blow doesn’t land so hard when you’re waiting for it to fall,” Keegan said, motioning for the waiter to refill her wineglass.
“I’m ready to order,” Jessa said. “Are you on more than a liquid diet?”
Keegan shifted her eyes up to the waiter as she smoothly flipped her red hair over her shoulder. “What I’m hungry for isn’t on the menu,” she said, letting her eyes fall eye level to his crotch.
Jessa leaned back a bit with a slight frown, wondering if Keegan was feeding into the hype of the big dick brotha, as she watched the woman lick her lips as the waiter smiled like he had just won the lottery. “Maybe you two should get a room?” Jessa said, slightly sarcastic. “ After you take my order for the short ribs, please.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, his eyes still on Keegan. “And what can I get for you?”
Keegan shook her head in regret as she looked away from him. “Just a house salad,” she said.
“You sure?” he asked.
Jessa cut her eyes up at him. “Yes, she is sure. Thank you.”
Something in Jessa’s tone or the look in her eye made him double step from their table. Keegan’s eyes followed his walk away.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that I plan to annihilate my husband in court and sit back pretty on his money, then I would’ve chanced a ride on that pole,” Keegan said, directing her eyes back to Jessa.
Jessa did smile at that. “So you’re going for the jugular, huh?” she asked, taking a deep sip of her water.
Keegan’s eyes sharpened. “Oh, yes, sugar. His first wife got half and now I’ll take half of that half and let his new bitch ponder living on just a quarter of his worth. And he best be happy as a pig in slop that we didn’t have children, because I would have made sure my babies got their birthright.”
Jessa’s eyebrows arched a bit as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her long legs. She thought of the baby growing inside of her. Although she was capable of providing a good lifestyle for her baby, so could Eric if he had lived.
“Eric’s death has made a substantial amount of resources available to me. Financial and otherwise. ”
Eric’s resources. Eric’s finances.
And I am carrying his one and only heir.
Does Eric escape his responsibilities through death, or was it her job as a mother to make sure her baby received his or her birthright?
“Excuse me, Keegan,” Jessa said, easing her cell phone from her purse as she rose from her chair and walked to the restroom.
She checked to make sure each stall was empty as she dialed. Her call went straight to voice mail. It was after business hours and
“Well, thank you for meeting me, sugar,” the other woman said, taking a deep sip of the red wine filling her goblet. “I couldn’t take another night around that house alone.”
Jessa eyed her. “Alone? Your husband out of town or something?” she asked, opening her menu as she felt her hunger rise. It had been a long day at the photo shoot and her nerves to the new surroundings had killed her appetite all day.
“Or something, darling,” Keegan said, her Texan accent thick. “My husband left me for another woman.”
“Damn,” Jessa said.
“Damn is right,” she drawled. “I guess karma is a bitch, huh?”
Jessa shifted her eyes away from her. The same karma that led to Eric almost killing me? The karma she prayed didn’t affect the life of her baby?
Jessa shook his head. “That’s not karma, Keegan, that’s his issues, just like it was Eric’s issues that he was crazy as hell,” she asserted.
“Humph, didn’t stop his bitch of an ex-wife from calling me to gloat about it.” Keegan sighed as she motioned for the waiter.
“Is she psychic? How does she know already?”
“Damn good question.”
“Are you okay?” Jessa asked, not sure of what else to say.
“The blow doesn’t land so hard when you’re waiting for it to fall,” Keegan said, motioning for the waiter to refill her wineglass.
“I’m ready to order,” Jessa said. “Are you on more than a liquid diet?”
Keegan shifted her eyes up to the waiter as she smoothly flipped her red hair over her shoulder. “What I’m hungry for isn’t on the menu,” she said, letting her eyes fall eye level to his crotch.
Jessa leaned back a bit with a slight frown, wondering if Keegan was feeding into the hype of the big dick brotha, as she watched the woman lick her lips as the waiter smiled like he had just won the lottery. “Maybe you two should get a room?” Jessa said, slightly sarcastic. “ After you take my order for the short ribs, please.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, his eyes still on Keegan. “And what can I get for you?”
Keegan shook her head in regret as she looked away from him. “Just a house salad,” she said.
“You sure?” he asked.
Jessa cut her eyes up at him. “Yes, she is sure. Thank you.”
Something in Jessa’s tone or the look in her eye made him double step from their table. Keegan’s eyes followed his walk away.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that I plan to annihilate my husband in court and sit back pretty on his money, then I would’ve chanced a ride on that pole,” Keegan said, directing her eyes back to Jessa.
Jessa did smile at that. “So you’re going for the jugular, huh?” she asked, taking a deep sip of her water.
Keegan’s eyes sharpened. “Oh, yes, sugar. His first wife got half and now I’ll take half of that half and let his new bitch ponder living on just a quarter of his worth. And he best be happy as a pig in slop that we didn’t have children, because I would have made sure my babies got their birthright.”
Jessa’s eyebrows arched a bit as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her long legs. She thought of the baby growing inside of her. Although she was capable of providing a good lifestyle for her baby, so could Eric if he had lived.
“Eric’s death has made a substantial amount of resources available to me. Financial and otherwise. ”
Eric’s resources. Eric’s finances.
And I am carrying his one and only heir.
Does Eric escape his responsibilities through death, or was it her job as a mother to make sure her baby received his or her birthright?
“Excuse me, Keegan,” Jessa said, easing her cell phone from her purse as she rose from her chair and walked to the restroom.
She checked to make sure each stall was empty as she dialed. Her call went straight to voice mail. It was after business hours and
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