“WE CAN’T THANK YOU enough, Mr. Wild.” ReNita Venable, leader of the WABC bit into the chicken and goat cheese roll the next day. “It’s gracious contributors like you who make our organization a success.”
Jonathan smiled, moving his fingers from his lips. “Just promise me my money will be of good use.”
“In ways you can’t imagine.” The 65-year-old ReNita blushed, patting the curls of her graying red hair that framed her powerful jawline.
At her age, she put many of the younger women at the luncheon to shame, proving she set men’s hearts on fire in her day.
But, even the charming, mature, beauty couldn’t take Jonathan’s mind off the gorgeous black cop who dipped in and out of the crowd, asking the guests questions.
“We’d love it if you’d attend,” ReNita said.
“Huh?” Jonathan broke his
