Cancer - Mr. Intuitive: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 7) by Tiana Laveen

Author:Tiana Laveen [Laveen, Tiana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Tiana Laveen
Published: 2018-07-26T18:30:00+00:00

…A few days later

Cain sat at Tapestry’s table finishing off his fried shrimp she’d made for him, along with some coleslaw. He’d gobbled up two servings already and was looking for more. As he ate, the woman told him all about her day, and it was a source of comic relief for sure.

“And then Ms. Robertson told one of her daughters that if she did go out, to make sure she charged at least $50.”

Cain burst out laughing at this. He grabbed the glass of water on the table and swallowed half of it down.

“I’ve gotta meet this woman. Your stories about her are a hoot.” He picked up his napkin and wiped his fingers.

“I should take you over there one day but be prepared for a mess. She is truly something else. You want any more to eat, baby?”

She moved away from the stove to display the leftover shrimp.

“I wouldn’t mind gettin’ into that pan one more ’gin, but I know I shouldn’t. That was good, baby. Thank you. Hey, I want to talk to you about somethin’.” He patted the table, ushering her to come over. Tapestry pulled out her chair and took a seat. “I’ve been doing my scheduled gigs without you, you know, not because I wanted to but because of contract obligations and your work schedule, too. However, there is one comin’ up in a month that I want you to come with me on. It’s at the Siberia.”

“But Siberia is a rock club. I don’t sing rock and—”

“Hold up now, I know that. But you can. As far as I’m concerned, Black folks invented Rock, so it’s in your blood to perform it, Tapestry. Just ’cause you’re not used to it don’t mean you can’t or you’re not supposed to.”

“Hmmm, I ’spose you have a point there. So, what songs did you have in mind?”

“Well, glad you asked. I was thinking about—” He paused when his cellphone rang. “I don’t know who that is… don’t recognize the number.”

He debated on not answering the damn phone. He hated getting calls from people he didn’t know. Sometimes it was some telemarketer trying to sell something he didn’t want or need. Or perhaps a scam artist trying to entice him with a free Caribbean trip if he signed up for their magazine subscription that was sure to never arrive… all after providing his social security number and bank routing number, of course. The phone kept ringing, and then he recalled sometimes Abby changed numbers and wouldn’t tell him, or it could be the pharmacy or doctor’s office on behalf of Daddy not picking up his prescription again.

“Shit. Hold that thought, baby.” He answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Mr. Cain Johnson? Wanna make sure I’ve got the right number.”

“Yes, what can I do ya for?”

“A meeting, that’s what. My name is Dennis Spinely and I’ve been watching you perform for a long time, Mr. Johnson.”

Cain’s heart skipped a beat. He picked up a shrimp tail off his plate and tossed it at Tapestry, getting her attention.

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