Island for Two: Hawaii Magic\Fiji Fantasy by Beverly Jenkins

Author:Beverly Jenkins [Jenkins, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Contemporary, Series, Harlequin Kimani Romance
ISBN: 037386261X
Amazon: B007BBV7SA
Publisher: Kimani Romance
Published: 2012-06-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Anita was extremely happy when she pulled into her condo’s parking space. Hawaii and Steve were on her mind. She couldn’t wait to talk to him and give him the news about the Moran job, but she was brought up short by the sight of Greg Ford sitting on her front porch. Angry that he’d shown up to ruin one of the happiest days of her life, she asked coldly, “What do you want?”

“How are you?”

“What the hell do you want, Greg?”

“Just a chance to talk.”

“You have two minutes.” She glanced at her watch. “Starting now.”

“Uhm. Well. I’m here to eat humble pie.”

“Not necessary.”

He looked visibly relieved. “Your mother said if I give you a few days to cool off you’d come to your senses.”

“You think I said ‘not necessary’ because I’m taking you back?”

He looked wary. “Well, yes.”

“Are you doing crack these days?”

He jumped. “Anita!”

“Go to hell. You didn’t have the balls to tell me to my face.”

“But that’s why I’m here. I’m ashamed of how I treated you and I’d like to apologize.”

“Then do it and go.”

“Will you at least have dinner with me, for old times’ sake?”

“No.”

“Please, Anita. If we can’t resolve this over dinner, I promise to never bother you again.”

“Fine. I’ll be ready in an hour.”

She brushed by him and put her key in the door. When he tried to come in, she told him, “Wait in your car.”

His eyes went wide. She stepped inside and closed the door.

In an hour she was ready. She made a point to put on the slinkiest designer gown in her closet: a midnight-blue number that hugged her curves like the fins of a mermaid. Her makeup and hair were fierce and so was her jewelry. She wanted to show him what he’d thrown away.

When she stepped outside his mouth dropped. “Wow.”

“Where’s your car. Let’s go.”

He tried to make conversation on the way but she was having none of it and by the time they reached Zola’s of all places, he’d gone silent.

“Why here?” she asked.

“Your dad suggested it.”

“My dad?”

“Yes, I talked to him. He’s going to join us.”

Anita stared. What in the world was her father thinking? Was he on Greg’s side after all? Stunned, she waited for the valet to open her door before she stepped out.

Inside the restaurant, she nodded a hello to Mr. Zola who nodded in response, but she noted the very frigid stare he gave Greg as he escorted them to one of the private rooms in the rear of the restaurant. Seated at the table was her mother, Greg’s mother, Sylvia, and the Judas formerly known as her father.

Her mother gushed. “See, Greg, I knew she’d come. You look stunning, dear.”

“Hello, everyone,” Anita said, sitting on the edge of her chair.

She shot her father a tart look but he simply smiled and raised his champagne flute in a toast. She swore she saw mischief twinkling in his eyes. She turned away and glared at Greg. The smile on his face looked as fake as she knew him to be.

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