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how much he liked having her here.
    I barely know anything about her. Yet, I just know I
want her to stay here.
    His phone rang, jolting her from whatever spell the
music had woven around her. And him. Her brown eyes were wide, and
from the way she watched him after she’d whipped around, he knew
she was embarrassed. He allowed the satisfied smile to curve up his
lips as he walked by her.
    Trailing a hand over her belly, he stole a kiss.
“Morning, kitten.” Then, he went and answered the phone.
    He watched her as he spoke to another of his workers.
When he hung up, he crossed his arms and leaned against the
counter. “So, your voice is amazing.”
    “Thank you.” She returned to rolling out the
dough.
    “Don’t stop singing on my account. I was
mesmerized.”
    “I didn’t mean to wake you. I was going to surprise
you with breakfast.” She gave him a small smile and reached for a
glass beside her and began cutting out circles that she placed on
the cookie sheet.
    “You don’t have to cook for me, Kendria.”
    “I was restless,” she said with a shrug. “I figured I
could so this instead of waking you up by tossing and turning.”
    He grinned. “You could have wakened me. I’m sure we
would have discovered something else to do.”
    “Trust me, it crossed my mind. But, then, my stomach
got involved, and, well, it would have been just all kinds of
messy. You, me, my stomach. Three’s a crowd.”
    He pushed from the counter, moved to where her player
was, and lifted it. Tapping a button, he looked at the name on the
screen. “ Memphis ?”
    “It’s a musical.”
    “You like musicals.”
    “That’s a way to put it.” She motioned to the tray.
“In the oven, please.” She flicked her gaze to the clock on the
wall.
    He listened then approached her. Pressing against her
back, he nibbled on her neck. She shuddered beneath his assault, a
moan sliding from her throat. “What can I do?”
    “So many things I could say right now. But, since my
stomach is still rebelling, can you grab some eggs?”
    He inched the bottom of his shirt up, exposing more
of her firm thighs. “Yes. I want to know more about your love of
singing.”
    She whimpered as his fingers trailed along her inner
thighs, moving closer to her pussy. “Yes.” She widened her stance,
allowing him access.
    “Food first, kitten. Don’t want your stomach to be
mad.” He kissed her cheek and stepped away.
    “Fucking stomach,” she groused as he went to wash his
hands.
    Vance chuckled, loving her candor.

Chapter
Four
    Kendria stared over the clothing before her, not sure
what to get. Vance had dropped her off on his way to his garage
where he had a call. It had come not long after they’d begun to
eat, so she’d yet to tell him of her singing. This was the third
store she’d walked into. He’d just dropped her off on the main drag
and told her to explore. So, that’s what was she was doing.
    “Still in town, I see.”
    She turned her head to see the woman who’d given her
a ride into town standing there. Sarah. “I am. Vance, I mean Mr.
Hendrickson, said it would be a bit until my car was fixed.”
    Sarah nodded. “I’m sure he did.
    Unsure if there was a hidden meaning to her comment,
Kendria let it go without replying. Sarah was about four inches
taller than her and radiated a level of assuredness that Kendria
hadn’t experienced since she’d gotten involved with Joe. There was
also a level of imp there she saw flashes of.
    “Have plans for this afternoon?”
    Sarah’s question shocked her, and she dropped the
fabric she’d been touching before looking at the woman beside her.
Her jeans rode low on her hips, and she had a tight t-shirt on that
said Marines on the front. On the back, it read, After
you’ve sent the rest, send the best , and those words were over
the same design Kendria had witnessed on Sarah’s wrist.
    “No, just getting some more clothing.”
    “How’s your arm?”
    “My arm?” Kendria asked.
    Sarah