Page 24 of My Heart Belongs to You

“Where are you in such a rush to go?”

“I’m not in a rush to go anywhere,” I lied. Robyn would be home any minute now and I didn't want to keep her waiting too long. My mom didn’t need to know that though. “This is y’all’s thing, not mine. Let me know how much the deposit is and I'll take care of it,” I continued.

“Fine,” she conceded. “You’re free to go, baby.”

Samera met my gaze while smirking. “Come on, Ma. We don’t need him anyway.”

Hooking her arm around Samera’s, my mom turned her nose up at me before walking away. As they strolled away, she looked back. “I’ll be by the lounge tomorrow. I look forward to seeing the updates.”

“I know you’ll approve,” I replied before exiting.

CHAPTER

FIVE

NADIR:

I’m outside.

Ilooked up at the four-story building, waiting for her to peep out of the window. After surveying the parking lot and not finding her car, I wondered if I beat her home. A moment later, I saw the blinds open. She slid the window open then waved.

ROBYN:

I'm here. Use your key.

Every time I entered her place, a weight lifted from my shoulders. Her two-bedroom condo had become a second home to me. I inhaled a deep breath, relishing the soft, floral scent of her living room. It reminded me of the honeysuckle plants that trailed the fence of my childhood home. Fond memories of sucking the nectar from the stem came to mind, making me smile. I walked through the living room, continuing to the kitchen in search of her. When my eyes landed on Robyn in her kitchen sipping from a martini glass, my smile broadened.

She opened her eyes at the sound of my footsteps and the look on her face, man. My heart pounded from the warmth in her honey-colored orbs. Without words, she handed me the drink. It was a little tart, but sweet on the backend. I shrugged and decided I liked it.

“Good, right? This tequila is from Starling’s friend. He’s planning their launch party and sent me a list of recipes to try.” Robyn handed me a slender glass bottle with the words ROSA BLANCO embossed in silver script on the label.

“I guess you really needed a drink.”

She shrugged, then bit her bottom lip. “I was in the mood for tacos and tequila with my favorite person? You down?”

I placed the bottle on the counter and leaned against it. “I’m down.”

Her eyes lit up and another sensual smile covered her pretty face. “Great! I brought tacos, salsa, queso, and guac from work today too.”

I followed her to the dining room table and motioned at the insulated bags on the table. While I looked forward to eating tacos from one of my favorite food trucks, I was more interested in the little gray dress clinging to her pear-shaped frame. Her hair was in a ponytail, a style she wore when she worked in the kitchen. My casual perusal of her was interrupted by her laugh.

“What’s funny?” I met her humored eyes; my chest tightened.

She twisted her lips. “Nothing. You hungry or can we make some drinks first?”

“We can make a drink or two first, then eat,” I told her.

Robyn walked back to the kitchen and opened a document listing different recipes on her tablet. After deciding on the next drink, she reached for the muddler, strawberries, and the tequila. She filled a small glass bowl with strawberries, muddled them, then added two shots of tequila.

“We’re going to let them soak for a minute before,” she told me, eyeing the bowl. “Tell me about your day.”

When her soft, honey orbs landed on me, my pulse raced. Robyn was so fucking pretty. Those perceptible eyes, always searching and finding things about me that I wished to hide. Her cinnamon-colored skin, luscious heart-shaped lips, and round, button nose were perfection to me.

“Was it that bad?” Her eyebrows wrinkled when our gazes locked.

“Nah, it was good actually. Sunny and Ry want me to be the godfather.”

Robyn shrieked. “That’s so sweet.”