BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF

instead of me ?   But he
didn’t bother asking that, nor did he wait for an answer to his first
question.   He, instead, was staring too
completely at Jenay, as he placed his hands on her arms.   “Are you alright?” he asked her.   “You and the baby?” he added, looking past
her at the baby in Robert’s arms.
    Jenay
was nodding her head.   “We’re fine, thank
God.”
    “Thank
God,” Charles said, and pulled her gently into his arms.   His heart had been pounding ever since Mary
told him the news, and all he could think about was getting to his wife.   He also knew Bonita was with her, and that
only heightened his alarm.    Now they
both appeared safe and sound.   And Robert
had been there so that they weren’t alone.   He was grateful.
    He
loved the feel of her in his arms, and he held onto her tightly even though
they were on the side of a busy street.   When they stopped embracing, he reached over and took Bonita out of
Robert’s arms.   “Thanks for checking on
them,” he said to his son as he did.
    “No
problem,” Robert responded, feeling like a fifth wheel.   Before Charles married Jenay, he remembered
when he and his brothers were the center of their father’s universe, and how
they cherished that special place.   Now
it seemed as if Jenay and Bonita were the spotlight on their father’s stage,
and the rest of them had to beg for the mike.   Brent and Tony were taking it just fine.   It was a good thing for their father to be in love and have someone, and
therefore a good thing for everybody, they felt.   Robert and Donald, the two youngest sons,
weren’t taking it well at all.
    Even
Bonita loved that specialness.   She
smiled a grand smile when Charles hoisted her into his big arms.   Charles smiled too, which wasn’t easy for a
stern man like him.   But just like his
four boys before her, she melted his heart too.   “Hey, sweetheart.   Hey, Daddy’s
little girl.”
    “How
did you find out?” Jenay asked him.
    “Not
from you,” Charles said, and then looked at her.   She could see a glimmer of hurt in his eyes,
but because he was not a man given to sentimentality, it quickly faded.   “My secretary saw your car when she was
driving by.”
    Jenay
and Robert looked at each other and nodded their heads.   “Miss Mary,” Robert said.   “Dad’s pit bull.   We should have known.”
    “Yes,
we should have,” Jenay agreed with a smile.
    “Where’s
the damage?” Charles asked, bouncing his baby girl.
    “Back
here,” Robert said, walking with him toward the back.  
    Officer
Branson and his partner, seeing Charles, hurried toward him like the
butt-kissers they were, and attempted to explain exactly what had
happened.   Just as they did, the Triple A
tow truck arrived and stopped, in the road, beside Jenay’s car. Charles saw the
truck, and headed back toward his wife.
    “What
do you need a wrecker for?   It’s barely
scratched.”
    Jenay
hated to admit it, but she knew she had to.   “It wasn’t badly damaged, but it still won’t start,” she said.
    Charles
frowned.   “Again?”
    “Again.”
    Charles
shook his head.  
    “It’s
probably a minor matter,” Jenay tried to reason with him.
    But
Charles gave her that chilling look he could turn on like a faucet.   “Bullshit,” he said to her, and he said it in
a voice so quiet it shook her.
    And
Jenay knew that said it all.   He’d given
her chance after chance to prove him wrong about that car of hers, the last
thing she ever purchased with her own, rather than her husband’s money.   He didn’t understand the significance of
that.   Because just by saying that one
word, she knew her chances were up.   He
was not a man of many words, and he was not about to argue with her.   The gig was up.   She was no longer just his girlfriend, but
was now his wife, and was transporting his child.   She could kiss her old car, and perhaps a
significant portion of her independence, goodbye.