On the Way to Heaven (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Lorraine’s voice said.
“You have no right to be jealous.”
         “I’m not jealous.” Trina leaned against the
stove. “But she doesn’t seem like a good friend to me.”
         “Huh?” Violet asked.
         Trina faked a smile. “Nothing, sweetie.”

 
    * * * *

 
         “Jesus, Trina.” Neil laid his fork down and
dabbed his mouth. “That was out of this world.”
         She sipped juice. “I’m glad you liked it.”
         “Yeah, it was good.” Paige ate more mashed
potatoes.
         “Can I have some more?” Winter sucked on a
turkey bone.
         “Uh, you’ve had more turkey necks than me.”
Neil put his napkin on the table. “That’s enough.”
         Winter stuck her lips out. “But I’m still
hungry.”
         Trina put her hand on the back of Violet’s
chair. “Did you enjoy your meal?”
         “Uh-huh.” She sucked gravy from her tiny
fingers. “This is the best meal we’ve had in forever.”
         Neil smiled and lifted his cup. “She’s not
lying. I usually just throw things together during the week, and cook big meals
on the weekend. Paige can cook a little bit, though.”
         Trina nodded.
         “It’s hard having your own business and
doing all the stuff around the house, too,” Neil said.
         Trina wiggled in her chair. “Do you have a
crew?”
         “Yeah, I have a few guys who work for me,
and my best friend Skip.” He cleared his throat. “He’s a character. You’ll like
him.”
         “I’m glad you liked the meal.” Trina patted
her stomach. “It’s been a long time since I cooked.”
         “It has?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re a
housekeeper. Don’t you usually cook?”
         Shit.
         She tapped the checkered tablecloth. “I
meant I usually don’t cook big meals like this.”
         “Trina, are you still gonna play with me?”
Gravy covered Violet’s mouth.
         “Sure I am. Look at this mess.” She wiped
Violet’s mouth. “You’re supposed to eat the gravy, not wear it.”
         “Daddy, did you know Trina’s not married?”
Paige sipped from the plastic cup.
         Trina glanced at him and cleared her
throat.
         “You’re not?” His face lit up. “I wasn’t
sure because you weren’t wearing a ring, and I felt it wasn’t my business to
ask.”
         “No, I’m not married.” She propped her
elbows on the table. “I’ve never been married, or close to it.”
         “I find that hard to believe,” he said. “A
nice woman like you?”
         “It’s hard to find a man who’s not
intimidated by my career.”
         Neil gaped. “You mean, being a maid?”
         She chuckled.
         Shit.
         “Uh, yeah. You’d be
surprised how many men are intimidated by any independent woman.” She exhaled.
“It’s not so much what I do, but I’ve never felt I needed a man.”
         “A lot of women say that, but I don’t think
it’s true.” He sipped from his cup. “Man or woman, everyone needs someone,
right?”
         “I guess it’s easier not to need someone
when you’re used to people not being there for you...” Her voice trailed off.
         “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or—”
         “No.” She smiled. “I’ve just been trained
not to depend on others because I know it’s dangerous to get in that frame of
mind.”
         “You don’t trust people?”
         She ran her finger down her cup. “Never had
any reason to.”
         “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but
that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, Trina.”
         The girls looked at her.
         “Well, some people would say not wanting to
live is very sad, too.” Trina sighed.
         He checked his watch. “I’ll be back in a
few hours.” He got up and left the kitchen.
         “Did I say something wrong?” Trina asked
the girls.