Being Cordial by Meka James

Author:Meka James [James, Meka]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jazen Ink Press

9

Lana

I sat at my kitchen table eyeing the decorative tin of cookies.

“Why am I doing this, Yoda?” His lack of acknowledgment at his name being called was answer enough to my rhetorical question.

An olive branch, or apology, or both wrapped up in cookie goodness.

“Ugh!” I groaned and dropped my head onto the table. I’d stormed out of his place two days ago and had luckily been able to not see him, even in passing, since then.

He’d been right.

I hated that he’d been right.

Sure, he was annoying in some ways, but my level of hostility toward him wasn’t all because of his actions. And goodness, I’d acted that way after he’d fixed my computer and...my body heated simply thinking about our sexual encounter. Damn, his mouth was good for more than making smart-ass comments. So much more. Emilio had totally wiped me out and we hadn’t made it to the actual sex.

I groaned again. Yet another thing he’d been right about. I was curious, so fucking curious about how good he’d actually be. And my every instinct told me I’d be eating way more crow in that regard than I was about to for the upcoming apology.

Scratching at my leg caused me to look down. Yoda whimpered, then sat, and I leaned to pick him up. He spent a good bit of time channeling a cat level of aloofness, but he did offer up the grace of his presence when I needed it the most. Like now.

“I can do this, buddy. I’m an adult that can own up to being wrong.” He leaned back in my arms, presenting his belly for proper rubs.

For two days I’d thought about the enigma of the man next door. Annoying, but helpful. Funny, and sexy. And talented. So very talented in so many ways. A smile pulled at my lips as I mentally cataloged everything he’d done and wondered what more he could do. And though I was damn near loathed to admit it—even to myself—hanging out with Emilio could be somewhat pleasant. When he wasn’t being overly cocky.

“Okay,” I said setting Yoda back on the floor. “Don’t throw any wild ragers while I’m next door.” He trotted off, jumped onto the couch and promptly curled up on his favorite blanket.

I grabbed the tin from the table and padded down the hall toward my front door, stopping to slide on a pair of flip flops. The ten-second walk to Emilio’s had my stomach in knots. Why in the hell was apologizing to him making me all nervous?

I rang the bell. No answer. His door had a thin sidelight and as I peered through I saw no movement. I rang the bell again. Figures. I’d finally come over and he wasn’t even home. I couldn’t stop the laugh that started. What was it about him that made me blame him for everything? Taking a breath, I shook my head and got my giggles under control.

The deep roar of an engine stole my attention. Barreling down the street at a speed too fast for the narrow passageway, was a shiny deep black old school muscle car.

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