if that was just a kiss. I would
hate to see what a real one would be like. I think y’all just increased the
temperature in here twenty degrees,” she laughed. “Anyhow, you’re grown and
can do what you want.”
Annoyed Taylor hurried her mother along. “Okay, Mom. Did
you stop to say goodbye?”
“Yeah, we are leaving here. Vernon and Clara are having
an after party at their house and invited us. You and Mario should join us.
Sabrina and Ed are going; almost everyone here is going….what do you say?”
Taylor hemmed and hawed. “Mom, it is getting late. I
don’t know what Mario’s plans are for the morning, and I’m riding with him.”
“I don’t have any plans in the morning,” he said excited.
Taylor scooted upright in the chair and put on her shoes.
“All right, I’m just a passenger and following you around tonight.”
Chapter 7
Dillon slouched behind the wheel of his car. He’d parked
five houses away from Taylor’s home and drove Kelly’s car to avoid recognition
by anyone in the neighborhood familiar with his vehicle.
Taylor’s house was dark, and no movement in or around the
property set off the motions lights attached to the garage. He checked his
watch. It was past midnight, he knew she could not be at a baby shower at this
hour.
The BMW parked in the driveway earlier was gone and not
parked across the street in the neighbor’s driveway who she claimed the car
belonged to. Where was she at this hour and who was she with was on his mind.
He and Taylor never kept secrets before, and her actions around the office of
late, were strange.
He had seen her leaving the office with Mario Infante on
a number of occasions. They always seemed to be together talking or touching
one another in more than friendly manner. Was she doing work-related things
with him as she claimed? Or had she taking it a step further and was sleeping
with Mario Infante.
Dillon tightened his hand around the steering wheel,
whitening his knuckles. The first day he laid eyes on Mario Infante he knew
the man would be a major pain in his ass as far as Taylor was concerned. The
two hit it off too fast, and now Taylor was lying to him about their status.
Her relationship with him was more than she was leading him to believe and
tonight he was going to confront her.
He got out of the car closing the door gently. The
street was quiet, with the majority of the neighboring houses dark. Barking
dogs echoed on the quiet street. Dillon hustled his pace as he made his way to
her yard before the barking alerted someone.
The motion lights over her garage came on bathing him in
bright lights. He bent to his knees, doing a duck-walk along the side of the
garage and slipped around to the backyard. Peeking inside a window, he saw the
kitchen was dark except for the bluish glow from the microwave and coffee maker
clocks.
He checked the back door and found it locked. Fumbling
in his pocket, he pulled out a small key ring containing the keys to her
house. He started to insert the key inside the lock when a jingling and an
intimidating growl from a large dog, bearing killer fangs, cornered him against
the door.
“Hey! What are you doing sneaking around Taylor’s house?”
A strong male voice asked holding a flashlight on Dillon.
Dillon braced against the door fearful the dog would
mangle him to pieces if he made a sudden move. “Call off the dog! I’m a friend
of Taylor’s, and I’m checking on her.”
“You are checking on her in the middle of the night! Why
didn’t you use the front door and ring the bell?”
“Look, I’m worried about her. I haven’t seen or
hate to see what a real one would be like. I think y’all just increased the
temperature in here twenty degrees,” she laughed. “Anyhow, you’re grown and
can do what you want.”
Annoyed Taylor hurried her mother along. “Okay, Mom. Did
you stop to say goodbye?”
“Yeah, we are leaving here. Vernon and Clara are having
an after party at their house and invited us. You and Mario should join us.
Sabrina and Ed are going; almost everyone here is going….what do you say?”
Taylor hemmed and hawed. “Mom, it is getting late. I
don’t know what Mario’s plans are for the morning, and I’m riding with him.”
“I don’t have any plans in the morning,” he said excited.
Taylor scooted upright in the chair and put on her shoes.
“All right, I’m just a passenger and following you around tonight.”
Chapter 7
Dillon slouched behind the wheel of his car. He’d parked
five houses away from Taylor’s home and drove Kelly’s car to avoid recognition
by anyone in the neighborhood familiar with his vehicle.
Taylor’s house was dark, and no movement in or around the
property set off the motions lights attached to the garage. He checked his
watch. It was past midnight, he knew she could not be at a baby shower at this
hour.
The BMW parked in the driveway earlier was gone and not
parked across the street in the neighbor’s driveway who she claimed the car
belonged to. Where was she at this hour and who was she with was on his mind.
He and Taylor never kept secrets before, and her actions around the office of
late, were strange.
He had seen her leaving the office with Mario Infante on
a number of occasions. They always seemed to be together talking or touching
one another in more than friendly manner. Was she doing work-related things
with him as she claimed? Or had she taking it a step further and was sleeping
with Mario Infante.
Dillon tightened his hand around the steering wheel,
whitening his knuckles. The first day he laid eyes on Mario Infante he knew
the man would be a major pain in his ass as far as Taylor was concerned. The
two hit it off too fast, and now Taylor was lying to him about their status.
Her relationship with him was more than she was leading him to believe and
tonight he was going to confront her.
He got out of the car closing the door gently. The
street was quiet, with the majority of the neighboring houses dark. Barking
dogs echoed on the quiet street. Dillon hustled his pace as he made his way to
her yard before the barking alerted someone.
The motion lights over her garage came on bathing him in
bright lights. He bent to his knees, doing a duck-walk along the side of the
garage and slipped around to the backyard. Peeking inside a window, he saw the
kitchen was dark except for the bluish glow from the microwave and coffee maker
clocks.
He checked the back door and found it locked. Fumbling
in his pocket, he pulled out a small key ring containing the keys to her
house. He started to insert the key inside the lock when a jingling and an
intimidating growl from a large dog, bearing killer fangs, cornered him against
the door.
“Hey! What are you doing sneaking around Taylor’s house?”
A strong male voice asked holding a flashlight on Dillon.
Dillon braced against the door fearful the dog would
mangle him to pieces if he made a sudden move. “Call off the dog! I’m a friend
of Taylor’s, and I’m checking on her.”
“You are checking on her in the middle of the night! Why
didn’t you use the front door and ring the bell?”
“Look, I’m worried about her. I haven’t seen or
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