When she got home, Osana couldn’t describe the emotions she felt to see the hunk sitting on the leather loveseat inside her parlor. Part of her wanted to run into his arms and stay forever while the other felt it was too much worry and hassle to see him again.
“Hey,” Shad greeted Osana with his nose in her latest issue of Essence magazine.
Who am I kidding? I can’t stay away from him anymore than he can stay away from me.
“Are you all right?” He widened his long legs, dangling his hands between them. “You look like something’s wrong.”
She took the magazine and stuffed it into the rack beside the anchored floor lamp. “What are you doing here, Shad?”
He clasped his big hands, forcing her thoughts on how well they roamed her body.
“I’m sorry about the argument we had last night.”
“Why
