Theirs to Play (23 page)

“Fine. You won’t be able to escape this conversation later.” He raced up the stairs with my bag in hand. “I’ll pick you up soon. Please, keep that sexy dress on.”

“Oh, be quiet.” I opened the door. “You’re not special anymore. I’m wearing sneakers and jeans.”

Kaden stood outside on the porch and wagged his finger at me. “Where are you going?”

I glanced over my shoulder and then back at him. “Umm. . .didn’t you go into the kitchen?”

“You’re avoiding me again. I figured you would sneak out without finishing our discussion.”

He’s just as insane as his son.

“I forgot.”

He tossed me a skeptical look.

“I did.”

Kind of.

“Well, then I’m glad I ran around the house and got in front of the door to remind you.” He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. “Which now seems pretty odd as I stand here.”

“Don’t worry. This night just seems to get weirder and weirder.”

“Hungry?”

“No.”

“Good. Let’s eat. I’m cooking.”

He hooked his arm around mine and tugged me back in.

“But—”

“Just dinner.”

Best. Evening. Ever.

I groaned and went back into the house.

Biography

www.KenyaWright.com

Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She’s tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university.

However, writing has been the only constant love in her life. Will she succeed? Of course.

For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song.

Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.