The Flavor Of Love by Shiree McCarver, E. Gail Flowers Page A

an older woman to teach it to you,” Auntie Loo laughed richly. “You’re getting me all flustered and off track.”
    “ You mentioned that there was advice you wanted to give me,” he reminded.
    “ Oh yeah. It’s about Etta.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. “She has closed her heart to love. I think she is too young to be living alone the way she do. She had much to offer a man like you and she would make a wonderful mother just like all the women of her bloodline. She just needs patience and understanding.”
    “ You sound like she’s breeding stock.” He crossed his arms. “Why are you telling me this?”
    Her teeth flashed white when she grinned. “Because at the moment, you are still in denial. But once you stop being as foolish as she is, you will need to be patient if it takes her a little bit longer to catch on. Before you ask me the question I know you’re going to ask, let me say, that this is my prediction and because you’re a friend of Etta, it’s free.”
    “ Enough joking, Auntie Loo. I think you’re wrong on this and don’t go placing these foolish notions into Etta’s head.” To ease the brashness of his words, he added in a softer tone, “The relationship between Etta and I are of a professional nature.”
    Auntie Loo shook her head at him and clucked her tongue at him, “You and Etta have a lot in common, including your pigheadedness ,” she sighed. “I just hope the both of you aren’t so stubborn you aren’t willing to accept the second chance you are being given.”
    “ Second chance at what?” Keigo’s left brow lifted in question. “I know you aren’t talking about love?”
    “” You won’t believe anything I have to say, so go on. I guarantee you Etta will be pleasantly surprised to see you.” Auntie Loo shooed him away with a wave of her hand.
    “ Again with the psychic stuff!” Keigo released an exasperated sigh.
    “ Not this time, so stop your huffing. I tell you right now; at the rate you going with me, young fellow, I’m going to have Bertha shrink your peter pee until it looks like a vagina!” Auntie pointed her bony forefinger at him.
    “ Auntie Loo!”
    Keigo turned towards the familiar voice behind him. Etta.
    “ Good Morning, Sweet Pea,” Auntie Loo waved at Etta and yelled, “I like him!”
    “ If she likes me, I hate to see what type of spell she would put on a person she didn’t like,” Keigo muttered.
    Keigo saw Etta’s shoulder shake with laughter and he grinned, mentally patting himself on the back. His humor had improved immensely in the past few days.
    “ Try me, handsome, and you will find out. Have a good day you two.” Without another word, Auntie Loo hummed her way towards her own covered porch.
    Keigo stood there a moment longer watching the elderly woman’s retreating figure while considering what she had shared about Etta and it only made him more curious to know more about her. His lashes fluttered in surprise as Auntie Loo turned and waved at him as she had done upon his arrival. For some reason privy only to herself, she gave him a thumbs-up sign.
    As he took a step towards where Etta stood, Keigo heard a woman calling out to Auntie Loo. Looking over, his almond-shaped eyes squinted in disbelief. Once again his mouth dropped opened and he rudely stared. The African American woman had burgundy colored hair. It was teased and tucked upward into a perfect beehive style.
    All he could think while staring at the woman is, "How could anyone wear that much polyester this time of year?" She had to weigh at least four hundred pounds, but as she made her way towards Auntie Loo, she moved swiftly for a big woman. He wondered if she was...Big Bertha. If so, did he need to keep his hands over his cock so she couldn’t put a hex on it? Next to the Black woman strolled a very thin balding Caucasian man. Keigo’s gaze trailed upwards because the man had to be at least seven feet tall. Keigo looked between the two to see