Welcome Back, My Love by Niobia Bryant

Author:Niobia Bryant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Contemporary romance, African-American romance, sexy romance, steamy romance, romance novella, small town romance, black romance
Publisher: Infinite Ink Presents...
Published: 2018-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

One week later

Meena glanced up at Monty as he held the passenger door open and helped her out of his sedan. “Thank you,” she said, giving him a soft smile before moving past him to climb the stairs to her front door.

He followed behind her and Meena eyed him as he did. He was tall and slender with the Lowcountry Charleston preppy boy style of khaki pants and a polo under a lightweight blazer that was so different from—.

No, Meena, let him go. He’s gone. Armstrong. Is. Gone.

‘But not my hurt though,’ she thought.

Monty slid his hand into the pocket of his pants as he looked down at her under the porch light. He smiled.

“What?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

He reached up to press his palms against her cheeks and gently tilted her head upward as he lowered his own to kiss her.

She brought her hands up to lightly grasp his wrists. At the first feel of his mouth on hers, she closed her eyes and truly tried to enjoy the moment.

She failed.

“Be real with me, Meena. Do I even have a chance?” he asked, his voice low.

No.

“Honestly?” she asked.

Monty nodded, letting his hands fall back to his sides.

“I’m just trying to have some fun with a cool dude,” she said. “Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Did you have some fun tonight?”

“I did,” she said in truth. The movie, dinner, and conversation had all been enjoyable.

“Then I got you,” he teased, pressing his hand to chest and tapping it.

“Cool,” she said.

They fell quiet.

He gave her a leisurely up and down look that was pure appreciation.

Meena arched a brow. “Not that much fun,” she quipped.

They shared a laugh.

“You can’t blame me for trying. You look good as hell in that jumpsuit,” he said, licking his lips.

“That I do,” she said, striking a playful pose. “Sex on the first date though? That I don’t.”

He bent at the waist to press a kiss to her cheek. “Call me?” he asked.

“I will,” she promised.

Monty gave her a final wave before crossing the porch and jogging down the stairs to his vehicle.

Meena turned to unlock her front door, giving him one last look over her shoulder as he started his car and drove off. As soon as she stepped inside and closed the door she kicked off her strappy wedge sandals with a sigh of relief and set her pocketbook and keys on the table by the door.

“Hey, Meena Meen.”

She screeched and jumped back to press her spine to the door as she eyed her stepfather Kaleb standing in the entry to her kitchen with a plate of rolls in his hands.

“How was the date?” he asked over his shoulder as he left the living room.

Meena held up her hands, her face incredulous, as she followed behind him. “With all due respect. What are you doing here?” she asked.

“We’re all here,” Kaleb said, stopping at the closed French doors and motioning with his chin for her to open them.

Meena’s steps to the door faltered at the sight of the entire Strong clan—including children—gathered on her deck and in her backyard.

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