“I just wanted to make sure you don’t bail on tomorrow.”
“I won’t, just send the revised contract so I can be prepared.”
“Aight, I’m about to hit Raaj up now.”
“Thank you.”
“You got it.”
I ended the call and placed my phone on the table and focused on my laptop, pulling up a search for family law lawyers. I glanced at the reclining bouncer and smiled at my baby girl. She was actively gnawing on her fist.
“If your daddy keeps trying to check me, I’m going to be a single parent again and no one will ever find the body.”
Avi made a sound, and when I glanced at her she was frowning. Mostly because she couldn’t figure out how to get her fist back into her mouth but I swear that was her way of telling me to chill the fuck out because she didn’t like the idea of me threatening her father.
After three calls I managed to reach someone who agreed to review the custody agreement free of charge. I could have easily made him pay for it, he offered, but being on his dime felt like handing over more control. I promised to send the contract as soon as I had it and they promised to get it done today if it was sent within the next couple of hours.
By the time I had that squared away, I managed to pull my life together enough to get Avi fed, grabbed a quick shower, and dressed in something that made me partially feel like a respectable human. Unfortunately though, before I could get to work, it was time to put out the next Omiri Hayes fire when I heard a vehicle motion alarm too damn close to my house. It was warmer today than it had been but I still didn’t want to risk taking Avi out in the cold.
“Stay put, pretty girl. Mommy will be right back.” I kissed her forehead and was on my way to the door frowning hard when I stepped outside and noticed a box truck with Goode Living on the side backing into my driveway.
I watched as the driver hopped out of the truck and headed my way, speaking before he had a chance to.
“I didn’t order anything, I think you have the wrong address.”
The driver looked down at the handheld electronic device he brought with him and rattled off my name and address.
“Makari Phoenix. 3224 Rochelle Lane?”
“Yes, that’s me, but I didn’t order anything so?—”
“According to this you did. I have a living room set and kitchenette which are both paid for. I don’t really care where they go as long as it’s off my truck.”
“I don’t care what that says. I didn’t order anything, so whatever is on your truck is not mine.”
“Ma’am, again, I just make the deliveries and what’s on my truck belongs to you unless you’re telling me you’re not Makari Phoenix and this is not 3224 Rochelle Lane.”
“The name and address are right but it’s still not mine. Can’t you call someone?”
“I can call the store?—”
“Good, do that.” I turned to walk away and he paused me.
“Hang on, I was going to say I can call the store but they’re only going to tell me that this is correct, which then means that furniture is coming off my truck. If you don’t want it in your house, I can leave it here in the driveway…”
“It’s not mine.” I threw my hand up before I dropped my hands to my hips.
Before he could argue the point again, the moment was interrupted by the black Range Rover that pulled alongside the curb in front of my house. My stomach dropped and I got pissed, connecting all the dots. This truck was in my driveway because of the man walking across my lawn.
The man’s body was sinful. There wasn’t a muscle attached to him that hadn’t been toned to the highest level of perfection. Just the visual alone was enough to induce the most dangerous orgasms.
He was the type of man who drained a room full of people of all their energy because his presence was just that profound and hard to compete with.
The arrogance in everything he did was annoying. Even something as simple as him crossing my yard with the type of arrogance that dared you to not want his attention.
He strode right up to the driver but kept his eyes on me when he addressed him. “We good?”
I watched the driver squint then smile big as hell. “Omiri Hayes.”
