Make You Mine. Niobia Bryant

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СКАЧАТЬ Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Epilogue

       Prologue

      Tamara Lawson snuggled down deeper in the spot on the sofa where she lay cuddled against her husband’s strong side. “This is nice,” she sighed, resting her hand on his strong muscled thigh.

      “Yeah,” Kendrick answered, letting his own hand caress her hip as they watched their favorite movie, Love Jones , on the wide-screen television in their living room.

      “Everyone should be this happy.”

      Kendrick stiffened; his internal alarms immediately rang like a fire drill.

      Tamara slipped her hand beneath her husband’s T-shirt, rubbing his muscled chest in the slow, circular motion that she knew he loved. “Caress and Julius should be this happy.”

      “Tam-Tam,” he warned, knowing exactly which direction the conversation was headed. It was a road well traveled for them. “Baby, please. Let’s not go there, like you tell me all the time.”

      “What?” she asked innocently, as she sat up to look at him. “Caress and Julius are both single. Caress isn’t seeing anyone now, and Julius isn’t in a serious relationship. I think they’d make a cute couple—”

      Kendrick used his hand to pull his wife back toward him and lightly tapped her hand on his chest to remind her that she had stopped the massaging. “Problem is, Tam-Tam, you’re the only one who thinks so. Caress has begged you, Julius has bribed you, and now I’m asking you: stop trying to hook them up.”

      Tamara sighed as she settled back against his warmth and continued her rubbing of his chest. “A’ight, Kendrick.”

      He moaned in pleasure at the feel of her hands, letting his head fall back on the couch. “Promise?”

      Secretly, Tamara crossed her toes. “Of course I promise, baby.”

       Chapter One

      “Six hundred and ten…twenty…thirty…fifty…and seventy. Damn.”

      Caress Coleman looked down at her life savings, frustrated that no matter how many times she counted the money that was pitifully stacked on her small dinette table the sum would remain the same: six hundred seventy dollars. Oh, and fifty-three cents.

      Big damn deal.

      Caress dropped her head in her hand and reassessed the scenario.

      Yesterday had been her last day as the administrative assistant for Sanctuary, a non-profit drug abuse shelter. Last week her boss informed her that the organization’s grant funding her administrative position would not be renewed. Without the grant money, the funds were not available to pay Caress’s salary.

      Well, since she was laid off she of course went to file for unemployment benefits. Well, surprise surprise. She qualified for benefits, but the weekly check amount wasn’t going to be enough to cover her bills. Not nearly enough.

      “Think, Caress…think,” she ordered herself, eyeing first the stack of money and then the notepad listing all of her bills for the month. Usually she would split the payments in two, but living check to check would soon catch up to her without the next check to rely on.

      She was going to have to rob Peter to pay Paul.

      “Damn it,” Caress swore again. She had been counting on unemployment benefits to tide her over until she found another job.

      Caress was definitely feeling the unrelenting pressure of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. “Why didn’t I carry my butt to college?” she asked herself aloud, just as someone rang her doorbell.

      Caress folded the money into the side pocket of her purse and scooped up the change to toss in as well.

      “Coming,” she yelled out, leaving the tiny kitchenette of her studio apartment to make her way to the front door.

      “Who?” Caress lifted up on her toes to peer out the peephole with one slanted ebony eye.

      “Girl, it’s Tamara. Open up this door with your scary self.”

      Caress smiled at the sight of her best friend, Tamara, childishly sticking out her tongue. Dropping back down on the soles of her size six feet, she stepped back to open the metal door. “What’s up, girl?”

      “Nothing much.” Tamara breezed into the small studio like sunshine. “What happened with your unemployment?”

      Caress followed Tamara to the second-hand leather sofa bed in the middle of the studio. “What I’m supposed to get ain’t nearly enough to keep me afloat.”

      “What?” Tamara shrieked, dropping her small leather purse on the coffee table.

      Caress leaned her petite frame back against the sofa. “That’s exactly what I said.”

      The two friends fell silent, both lost in their thoughts. Caress and Tamara had been good friends for the past few years. They met when Tamara moved into the studio apartment next door. Even though they were as different as night and day, they immediately clicked. If anything, their differences seemed to draw them closer. While Tamara was loud, carefree, and friendly, Caress was more reserved and quiet, preferring to be seen rather than heard. Even when Tamara met and married Kendrick, moving into his one-bedroom apartment across town, the two women had remained thick as thieves.

      “Caress, you know I’d help…”

      Caress waved away any attempts Tamara made at offering her money. “You and Kendrick have bills of your own. I’ll be all right, so don’t offer because I won’t take it.”

      Tamara knew that Caress’s independence was a positive and negative trait. Growing up alone within the foster care system since she was two, Caress had learned early to fend for herself and depend on no one. But Tamara was her friend, and although she couldn’t afford to spare much, she would gladly give Caress something if she’d just take it.

      Knowing the direct approach wouldn’t work, Tamara wisely changed the subject. “Let’s go to the movies or something,” she offered, reaching for the folded newspaper atop the coffee table.

      “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood to roll third wheel.”

      Tamara snapped the paper open, casting a slick glance in Caress’s СКАЧАТЬ