Chapter Five
Adalia glared down the pathway at DeShawn. Of course, he would pick this moment to arrive. Trouble brewing.
Trent gave a low chuckle. “I see. So this is your mystery date.”
“I’ll think about your proposition, but I’m not making any promises.” Adalia held the brown dossier to her chest, but Trent didn’t make eye contact. His gaze was fixed on DeShawn, who had stopped midway on the path to them. He flexed his biceps beneath a cotton shirt and grinned.
“What you doing here, pretty boy?” DeShawn strolled up to them, hands out of his pockets but not balled into fists. That was a relief. She didn’t have patience for an all-out brawl on her father’s front lawn.
“That’s none of your business, kid.” Trent stretched his neck until it made a c***k.
“Trent, I think we’re done talkin
