CHAPTER EIGHT
Although Reno wore dark shades that covered his big blue eyes, she could tell he was pissed by the way he was walking toward her all aggressive with his hands stretched out to his sides as if he was confused as hell.
“What are you doing?” He was speaking before he made it up to her. “This don’t look like no Champagne’s to me.”
Trina hated lying to Reno. She hated it with a passion. But there was no way she could tell him the truth. There was no way. “I decided to grab some breakfast.”
After leaving her own breakfast table? Reno knew better than that. “Your ass ain’t been in there long enough to eat no breakfast.”
“I know that, Reno. I changed my mind.” Then she decided to turn the tables. “And how did you know where I was anyway? You told me your security guys are not allowed to spy on me. That’s the only reason I let them hide around and follow me everywhere I go like I’m some damn child to begin with.”
“They aren’t spying on you,” Reno said. He didn’t mention that he used the GPS he secretly placed on her car to find out where she was located without being forced to ask the security detail he had on her. He didn’t want them to think that they had permission to police her. He would hate some employees doing that to him too. But he was no employee. He was her husband. He felt he had every right to keep tabs on his own wife.
“If it’s not spying,” Trina asked, “then how did you know I was here? And what are you doing here?”
“I was worried about your ass the way you left the house.” He still didn’t tell her how he knew where to find her. But it was true: He was worried about her. Seeing his wife in such distress bothered him.
Trina could see that he was very concerned too. And it was touching, but she felt so unworthy of it. “I’m okay, Reno,” she said. “I’m good.” But when he still looked worried, she hugged him around his neck with one of her arms. That cologne scent of Reno always calmed her down. “For real. I’m okay.”
Reno hugged her with both his arms and squeezed his eyes shut. His ass needed this woman like he needed air to breathe, but why didn’t he act like it? Why was he treating thatgotdamn casino better than he treated his own wife? Was he leading her into the arms of another man on purpose?
But when he opened his eyes again and saw a tall, younger-than-Reno black man coming out of that same diner Trina had come out of, and then he just stood there staring at them, Reno’s antenna started flashing red and he felt a sudden sense of panic. Was she already in another man’s arms?
He stopped embracing her and began staring right back at that nosey-ass man. “Who is that?”
“Who is what?” Trina asked, confused, until she turned and looked where Reno was looking. When she saw Von staring at them, her heart dropped. And Von, suddenly realizing his error, began to walk in the opposite direction.
“Reno, that’s nobody,” Trina said as she grabbed for his arm. But Reno was nobody’s fool. He snatched away from Trina and began hurrying toward Von.
“Oh Lord,” Trina cried out as she hurried behind him. “He’s just an old friend, Reno. Reno!”
“Hey you!” Reno yelled to Von.
Von knew his quick getaway wasn’t going to work, so he stopped walking and turned around. “You’re talking to me?” he asked.
Reno, with Trina right behind him, made his way up to Von. Reno removed his shades to get a good look at the guy. “Who the fuck are you?”
Trina couldn’t believe he went that hard. “Reno, you don’t talk to people like that!”
“Like hell I don’t. Who are you?” he asked Von again.
“I told you he’s an old friend of mine. Now leave that man alone.” She grabbed at Reno’s arm again, but Reno snatched it away from her again.
He was staring daggers at Von. “Who are you?” he asked him yet again.
Von knew all about that tornado called Reno Gabrini. He knew he wasn’t the kind of man to mess with. And he didn’t want to have to mix it up with him either. But he would if he had to. “My name is Javon.”
“Javon what?”
“Javon Douglas. And you are?”
“I’m Katrina’s wife. That’s who I am.”
Von smiled. Trina looked at Reno. “My wife, Reno?”
Reno frowned. “What are you talking?”
“You just told him you were my wife.”
