just as fast.
“It’s amazing how much we have in common,” was her reply, but there was something that wasn’t being said. Violet was sure of it.
“Didn’t you say your daughter was a lawyer?” Kathleen, another old friend of Violet’s, asked Adele, joining in on the conversation.
Adele perked up. “Yes, I did. Actually, she’s starting a new job with Phillips, Anderson and Brown on Monday.”
The small group of women exchanged impressed looks.
“Is she married?” Leona asked.
Violet shifted. Leona’s affluent son had just filed for his fourth divorce and Violet could already see the wheels churning in her friend’s head.
“No.” Adele’s smile hinted at something. “Not yet anyway.”
Violet’s spirits plummeted. “What do you mean?”
“Well, an old friend of mine has a son, Jefferson Altman, who has expressed interest in meeting Destiny. So we’ve arranged a way for the two to meet tomorrow.”
“Oh?” Violet gave her a half smile, but felt like kicking herself. Someone had already beaten her to the punch.
“I think it’s quite exciting. I never played Cupid before. I just hope they like each other.” Adele laughed. “Of course I also hope Destiny is compliant. She can be a bit stubborn when she wants. She inherited that trait from her father.”
The girls laughed, everyone except for Violet. The small voice in her head told her that she may be down, but she was definitely not out. All she needed to do was pray that this Jefferson Altman and Destiny wouldn’t hit it off. Be patient, Violet—just be patient.
Chapter 5
I t should be against the law to subject people to visits to the emergency room, Miles thought bitterly. In less than two minutes, the staff deemed his case a nonemergency, so he and Wes waited—and waited—for a doctor.
“Cheer up.” Wes chuckled and slapped Miles hard across the back. “At least we know now you’re not going to be blind for life.”
Miles’s jaw clenched. Three hours ago he’d been convinced otherwise. He had no real memory of how Wes was called to his aid, but at the time, he’d been grateful.
“So when are you going to fess up and tell me what happened between you and your next-door neighbor?”
“I would think that was obvious.”
“How about the events leading up to her whipping your butt?”
“Yeah, right,” Miles snapped.
Wes swiveled in his chair and faced Miles. “Any time a woman leaves a man withering on the floor and crying for his momma—he got his ass kicked.” Wes laughed. “I swear I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen you with my own eyes. I can’t wait to meet this chick.”
“Go to hell, Wes.”
Wes snapped his fingers. “I bet she’s the butch in the relationship.”
“What?” Miles shook his head at the direction the conversation had turned.
“A butch,” Wes said again. “You never heard of that term?”
“Enlighten me,” Miles said, wanting to hear what Wes would say.
“Well, don’t quote me on this, but I heard in lesbian relationships there’s always a masculine and feminine partner. The masculine is referred to as the butch.”
“Where do you get this stuff?”
“Hey.” Wes shrugged. “I hear things.”
Miles rolled his eyes. “What’s so bad is that you repeat them.”
“Whatever. I wasn’t the one who just got beaten down by a woman. Do you know what a thing like this could do to a man’s reputation?”
Miles turned toward him. “You know there is one good thing about being at the hospital.”
“What’s that?”
“When I beat the hell out of you, you won’t have far to go for medical care.”
Wes held his hands up in surrender. “Point taken.”
* * *
Two hours later, with nothing more than a bruised ego, Miles and Wes returned to their high-rise building. When the elevator’s door slid open on the fourteenth floor, Miles immediately noticed the tall, slender beauty knocking on Ms. Brockman’s door.
Lu Jin turned in his direction.
Wes
“It’s amazing how much we have in common,” was her reply, but there was something that wasn’t being said. Violet was sure of it.
“Didn’t you say your daughter was a lawyer?” Kathleen, another old friend of Violet’s, asked Adele, joining in on the conversation.
Adele perked up. “Yes, I did. Actually, she’s starting a new job with Phillips, Anderson and Brown on Monday.”
The small group of women exchanged impressed looks.
“Is she married?” Leona asked.
Violet shifted. Leona’s affluent son had just filed for his fourth divorce and Violet could already see the wheels churning in her friend’s head.
“No.” Adele’s smile hinted at something. “Not yet anyway.”
Violet’s spirits plummeted. “What do you mean?”
“Well, an old friend of mine has a son, Jefferson Altman, who has expressed interest in meeting Destiny. So we’ve arranged a way for the two to meet tomorrow.”
“Oh?” Violet gave her a half smile, but felt like kicking herself. Someone had already beaten her to the punch.
“I think it’s quite exciting. I never played Cupid before. I just hope they like each other.” Adele laughed. “Of course I also hope Destiny is compliant. She can be a bit stubborn when she wants. She inherited that trait from her father.”
The girls laughed, everyone except for Violet. The small voice in her head told her that she may be down, but she was definitely not out. All she needed to do was pray that this Jefferson Altman and Destiny wouldn’t hit it off. Be patient, Violet—just be patient.
Chapter 5
I t should be against the law to subject people to visits to the emergency room, Miles thought bitterly. In less than two minutes, the staff deemed his case a nonemergency, so he and Wes waited—and waited—for a doctor.
“Cheer up.” Wes chuckled and slapped Miles hard across the back. “At least we know now you’re not going to be blind for life.”
Miles’s jaw clenched. Three hours ago he’d been convinced otherwise. He had no real memory of how Wes was called to his aid, but at the time, he’d been grateful.
“So when are you going to fess up and tell me what happened between you and your next-door neighbor?”
“I would think that was obvious.”
“How about the events leading up to her whipping your butt?”
“Yeah, right,” Miles snapped.
Wes swiveled in his chair and faced Miles. “Any time a woman leaves a man withering on the floor and crying for his momma—he got his ass kicked.” Wes laughed. “I swear I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen you with my own eyes. I can’t wait to meet this chick.”
“Go to hell, Wes.”
Wes snapped his fingers. “I bet she’s the butch in the relationship.”
“What?” Miles shook his head at the direction the conversation had turned.
“A butch,” Wes said again. “You never heard of that term?”
“Enlighten me,” Miles said, wanting to hear what Wes would say.
“Well, don’t quote me on this, but I heard in lesbian relationships there’s always a masculine and feminine partner. The masculine is referred to as the butch.”
“Where do you get this stuff?”
“Hey.” Wes shrugged. “I hear things.”
Miles rolled his eyes. “What’s so bad is that you repeat them.”
“Whatever. I wasn’t the one who just got beaten down by a woman. Do you know what a thing like this could do to a man’s reputation?”
Miles turned toward him. “You know there is one good thing about being at the hospital.”
“What’s that?”
“When I beat the hell out of you, you won’t have far to go for medical care.”
Wes held his hands up in surrender. “Point taken.”
* * *
Two hours later, with nothing more than a bruised ego, Miles and Wes returned to their high-rise building. When the elevator’s door slid open on the fourteenth floor, Miles immediately noticed the tall, slender beauty knocking on Ms. Brockman’s door.
Lu Jin turned in his direction.
Wes
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