conversation numerous times.
The movie, a new Eddie Murphy comedy, had kept them laughing. Afterwards, they decided to stop by a café for a cup of coffee before heading home. It was a little past midnight when Reginald walked Maxi to her door. Since they had just finished drinking coffee there was no reason to invite him in. Besides, although she had enjoyed his company, Maxi was tired. She had helped out at the church earlier that day in their food drive.
âThanks, Reginald, for a delightful evening. I enjoyed myself.â
He smiled. âI enjoyed myself as well. Maybe we can get together again soon. Iâm working next weekend but Iâm free the following weekend. Can I call you?â
âSure.â
âAll right.â He softly seized her hand then leaned down and brushed her lips with his. His kiss was light at first then after a few moments it became hungry. Maxi quickly pulled back when he boldly deepened the kiss. She was not ready for the level of intimacy he was about to take the kiss to. âGoodnight, Reginald.â
He looked down at her and for a moment she wondered if he planned to try and kiss her again. For some reason the look in his eyes said he was thinking about it. Then after a few moments he said. âGoodnight, Maxine, and thanks for a wonderful evening.â
Maxi watched him walk back to his car before opening the door and getting inside.
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The following week while out shopping at the mall for clothing to take on the cruise, Maxi ran into Reginald. He was with another woman and a boy who appeared to be eleven or twelve. She knew without being told that the boy was Reginaldâs son. The resemblance was uncanny. She found out later, after introductions were made, that the woman was his ex-wife.
âMargie decided to surprise us and come down for the weekend,â Reginald said to her in way of an explanation. The expression he wore reminded her of a boy whoâd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Maxi nodded, figuring he really didnât owe her an explanation, nor did he need to feel guilty about anything. They had dated that one time and although heâd definitely shown signs of being interested in her, she had picked up on the fact that he still had feelings for the former Mrs. Tanner. So to Maxiâs way of thinking, Margie Tanner had nothing to fear and was definitely wasting her time with the icy coldness in the gaze she was giving her.
âIâll call you,â Reginald said softly breaking into Maxiâs thoughts.
âOkay,â she responded, although she had a gut feeling that he wouldnât, but then she knew it would be for the best if he didnât call her. Although she had liked him, he had issues he needed to resolve before becoming involved with anyone.
Dismissing him from her thoughts, she continued her shopping. She had to believe that somehow things would eventually work out for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
C hristopher was on his way out of the office to join Gabe for lunch when his phone rang. âYes, Mary?â
âYou have a call from a Ms. Smithfield, sir.â
Christopher smiled as he checked his watch. âYou can put her through.â He then sat back down in his chair, relaxed. Tori Smithfield was a journalist for CNN who traveled around the country quite a bit. They had met three years ago while sheâd been in Detroit on business. Their one night stand had led to numerous others after that, and she made it a point to always look him up whenever she was in town. She had a body that was stacked in all the right places and knew how to use it, always giving him intense sexual pleasure. And that was just what he needed. He hadnât slept with anyone since Pamela and that was almost three weeks ago. He was beginning to get that constant ache in his lower mid-section; a sure sign that he was overdue for a tumble between the sheets.
âChristopher?â
His smile widened at the sound
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