Kane’s black eyes widen with surprise when he opens the door and sees me.
“Jerrica, is everything ok?” He says before peering at the driveway and adding, “where is your car? Did it break down? Do you need a ride somewhere?”
His musky scent of leather and burning wood fill my senses. I’m so distracted by his intoxicating smell that I momentarily forget why I am even here.
“Jerrica?” He asks, concern creasing his brow when I don’t respond.
Coming back to my senses, in a clipped tone I say, “my car is at home, no it’s not broken down, I walked here. And we need to talk, Mr. Black.” Hearing the many voices coming from inside the house, I add, “privately.”
Blacks brow smoothes back out as he says, “of course, please come in.” stepping back to allow me entrance.
“I do have company over bu
