away, but he was right at her side.
“Wait a minute. We were only talking, baby. You don’t have to act like this.”
“Only talking?” She felt her temperature rise. “I saw you battling tongues with this woman not more than five minutes ago.” He stood speechless in front of her. “Yes, I saw you. What do you have to say now?”
He hooked his hand around her arm, dragging her away from the other woman. “Look, you know how I feel about you, baby. We can talk about this.”
“No, really we can’t—but you might want to talk to her. She looks pissed off you are showing another woman so much attention all of a sudden.”
“Donia, come on. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You should have thought about that before you started messing around with another woman.” She turned from him before he could say anything more. “I want your shit out, Daryl.” She tossed over her shoulder. “And leave the key!” People within earshot turned to watch the scene.
“Are you okay?” Lana asked when she returned to the bar.
She gathered up her purse and jacket. “I need to get out of here.”
“Blake went to get his car in case you needed a ride home.”
“I’d rather just walk, if you could tell him when he gets back?”
“Are you sure, honey? It might be good to let him care for you right now. Blake has always been a great shoulder to lean on.”
“You’re right, and I don’t want to use him right now after how things just went in here. I need some time alone and I know how Blake feels about me. It would just be too awkward.”
“You know he is there for you no matter what goes on.”
“I know, but right now, I’m not looking to jump into anything else with any other man. I just need to walk home and clear my head. I promise to call you later.” She left the bar without looking back at Lana or Daryl.
Chapter Two
“You really don’t have to follow me,” Donia called out over her shoulder at the dark sedan slowly trailing her down the street. She rolled her eyes and flipped a handful of microbraids behind her shoulder.
“Get in the car,” Blake protested.
“I’ll walk.” God, Blake. I know you want to help, but give me some space already.
“It’s raining.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re soaked.”
“I won’t melt.”
“Damn it, Donia!”
She stopped walking down the quiet street, well aware her coat was clinging to her shapely body and her dark hair hung like a wet mop. Annoying drops of rain pelted her face. She knew her face was a wreck. Between the rain and her tears, her eye makeup was probably running down her cheeks. I’m sure I look really sexy. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. She turned slowly to face him. “What is it, Blake?”
His dark green eyes showed concern as he looked up at her. “Let me drive you home.”
“I don’t want to get in that fancy ride you have there with these wet clothes on.” She made excuses. He opened his car door. His gaze remained on her. “What are you doing?” she asked as he shut the door behind him, joining her on the sidewalk. She watched the rain drench his black hair.
“We are both wet now, Donia.”
His voice caused her traitorous body to react. Her nipples, already erect from the cold rain, now tingled. She searched for something cleaver to say to ease the tense moment. “You could have stayed in your car. Really, I’m fine.” She tried to step back, but he stepped forward and caught her hand.
“Let me do this, Doni.” He pulled her to him.
“I can’t.” She closed her eyes, willing him to go away. When he didn’t respond she opened one eye. If he didn’t still have her hand, she wouldn’t have known he was there. The look of anger in his eyes surprised her.
“Because I’m white?”
“What!” She dropped his hand, angry at the accusation. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then what is it!” She heard him mumble a curse before turning from her.
“It’s him,” she yelled back. “We just broke up,
“Wait a minute. We were only talking, baby. You don’t have to act like this.”
“Only talking?” She felt her temperature rise. “I saw you battling tongues with this woman not more than five minutes ago.” He stood speechless in front of her. “Yes, I saw you. What do you have to say now?”
He hooked his hand around her arm, dragging her away from the other woman. “Look, you know how I feel about you, baby. We can talk about this.”
“No, really we can’t—but you might want to talk to her. She looks pissed off you are showing another woman so much attention all of a sudden.”
“Donia, come on. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You should have thought about that before you started messing around with another woman.” She turned from him before he could say anything more. “I want your shit out, Daryl.” She tossed over her shoulder. “And leave the key!” People within earshot turned to watch the scene.
“Are you okay?” Lana asked when she returned to the bar.
She gathered up her purse and jacket. “I need to get out of here.”
“Blake went to get his car in case you needed a ride home.”
“I’d rather just walk, if you could tell him when he gets back?”
“Are you sure, honey? It might be good to let him care for you right now. Blake has always been a great shoulder to lean on.”
“You’re right, and I don’t want to use him right now after how things just went in here. I need some time alone and I know how Blake feels about me. It would just be too awkward.”
“You know he is there for you no matter what goes on.”
“I know, but right now, I’m not looking to jump into anything else with any other man. I just need to walk home and clear my head. I promise to call you later.” She left the bar without looking back at Lana or Daryl.
Chapter Two
“You really don’t have to follow me,” Donia called out over her shoulder at the dark sedan slowly trailing her down the street. She rolled her eyes and flipped a handful of microbraids behind her shoulder.
“Get in the car,” Blake protested.
“I’ll walk.” God, Blake. I know you want to help, but give me some space already.
“It’s raining.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re soaked.”
“I won’t melt.”
“Damn it, Donia!”
She stopped walking down the quiet street, well aware her coat was clinging to her shapely body and her dark hair hung like a wet mop. Annoying drops of rain pelted her face. She knew her face was a wreck. Between the rain and her tears, her eye makeup was probably running down her cheeks. I’m sure I look really sexy. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. She turned slowly to face him. “What is it, Blake?”
His dark green eyes showed concern as he looked up at her. “Let me drive you home.”
“I don’t want to get in that fancy ride you have there with these wet clothes on.” She made excuses. He opened his car door. His gaze remained on her. “What are you doing?” she asked as he shut the door behind him, joining her on the sidewalk. She watched the rain drench his black hair.
“We are both wet now, Donia.”
His voice caused her traitorous body to react. Her nipples, already erect from the cold rain, now tingled. She searched for something cleaver to say to ease the tense moment. “You could have stayed in your car. Really, I’m fine.” She tried to step back, but he stepped forward and caught her hand.
“Let me do this, Doni.” He pulled her to him.
“I can’t.” She closed her eyes, willing him to go away. When he didn’t respond she opened one eye. If he didn’t still have her hand, she wouldn’t have known he was there. The look of anger in his eyes surprised her.
“Because I’m white?”
“What!” She dropped his hand, angry at the accusation. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then what is it!” She heard him mumble a curse before turning from her.
“It’s him,” she yelled back. “We just broke up,
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