focus on, especially when thoughts of Sean and the woman kept infiltrating her mind. She would work it out later. Now, she just wanted to get out of there. âWhat day?â she asked finally.
Khendra dropped her bag on a chair and kicked off her shoes. She was glad she didnât have to concern herself with making excuses to Alex about driving her home since she had her own car. Anxiously she walked to her answering machine to check her messages. Anxiety gave way to disappointment when the only message was from Charisse, wanting to know when they could get together for lunch.
Plopping down on the sofa, her mind raced back to thoughts of Sean not keeping his appointment with her earlier. Then the troubling scene at the restaurant surged back into focus, and her imagination began to run rampant, conjuring up all sorts of pictures of Sean and the mystery woman.
Stop it! Just stop it! she scolded herself. He wouldnât do that to me. I just know he wouldnât. There has to be a perfectly reasonable explanation, and I know as soon as I talk to him, heâll clear this up.
She held onto that fleeting hope as the evening hours slowly slipped away. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when total exhaustion finally seduced her, enveloping her in the total silence that had kept her company throughout the long night.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Khendra sat behind her desk sifting through the assortment of notes and transcripts she had to review prior to her afternoon court appearance. She tried to push aside the throbbing headache from her lack of sleep. Her headache, combined with the thoughts of yesterdayâs events, made it impossible to concentrate on anything.
Restless, she exhaled an exasperated sigh and walked to the window. It was nearly noon, and she had not heard a word from Sean. He had been out of the office all morning and was not expected back. Yet he hadnât called to say a word about having missed their rendezvous.
As the minutes ticked by, her feelings of insecurity became more intense. Maybe it was a mistake to get involved so quickly, she thought, her misery deepening. What did she actually know about him other than he took her breath away whenever she looked into his smoldering black eyes? But how many other women did he have the same effect on? She had been a fool from the beginning with him. She should have followed her instincts.
But he had awakened another side of her that she couldnât deny, a forced more powerful than any emotion she had ever experienced. Her thoughts of what he had aroused in her led her to toss her doubts aside. She would let her heart be her guide. Whatever happened, they would work it out, she decided with finality. She had to believe that.
Standing over the kitchen stove, Khendra prepared a light meal of broiled red snapper and a tossed salad. After a long, tedious day in court, she wasnât in the mood for anything too heavy. She placed the plate of food on a tray, along with an ice-cold glass of cranberry juice, and headed for her bedroom.
A cool evening breeze caressed the sheer white curtains, giving the room a tranquil atmosphere. Khendra slipped out of her shoes, sat on the bed with her legs folded, and placed the tray on her lap. She turned on the television and leaned back against the overstuffed pillows, ready to catch the evening news and enjoy her meal. She had just put a forkful of salad into her mouth when the doorbell rang. A brief frown knitted her brow. Now who could that be? She placed the tray aside and padded to the door.
When she glanced through the peephole, her breathing stopped short, and her stomach did an Olympic somersault. But then she caught herself and nonchalantly opened the door, leaning against the frame with a look of total indifference,
âIâm sorry,â he said softly.
Her heart almost melted, but she turned the ice back on. âOh, are you? About what, exactly?â
A devilish grin lit his face, and the
Khendra dropped her bag on a chair and kicked off her shoes. She was glad she didnât have to concern herself with making excuses to Alex about driving her home since she had her own car. Anxiously she walked to her answering machine to check her messages. Anxiety gave way to disappointment when the only message was from Charisse, wanting to know when they could get together for lunch.
Plopping down on the sofa, her mind raced back to thoughts of Sean not keeping his appointment with her earlier. Then the troubling scene at the restaurant surged back into focus, and her imagination began to run rampant, conjuring up all sorts of pictures of Sean and the mystery woman.
Stop it! Just stop it! she scolded herself. He wouldnât do that to me. I just know he wouldnât. There has to be a perfectly reasonable explanation, and I know as soon as I talk to him, heâll clear this up.
She held onto that fleeting hope as the evening hours slowly slipped away. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when total exhaustion finally seduced her, enveloping her in the total silence that had kept her company throughout the long night.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Khendra sat behind her desk sifting through the assortment of notes and transcripts she had to review prior to her afternoon court appearance. She tried to push aside the throbbing headache from her lack of sleep. Her headache, combined with the thoughts of yesterdayâs events, made it impossible to concentrate on anything.
Restless, she exhaled an exasperated sigh and walked to the window. It was nearly noon, and she had not heard a word from Sean. He had been out of the office all morning and was not expected back. Yet he hadnât called to say a word about having missed their rendezvous.
As the minutes ticked by, her feelings of insecurity became more intense. Maybe it was a mistake to get involved so quickly, she thought, her misery deepening. What did she actually know about him other than he took her breath away whenever she looked into his smoldering black eyes? But how many other women did he have the same effect on? She had been a fool from the beginning with him. She should have followed her instincts.
But he had awakened another side of her that she couldnât deny, a forced more powerful than any emotion she had ever experienced. Her thoughts of what he had aroused in her led her to toss her doubts aside. She would let her heart be her guide. Whatever happened, they would work it out, she decided with finality. She had to believe that.
Standing over the kitchen stove, Khendra prepared a light meal of broiled red snapper and a tossed salad. After a long, tedious day in court, she wasnât in the mood for anything too heavy. She placed the plate of food on a tray, along with an ice-cold glass of cranberry juice, and headed for her bedroom.
A cool evening breeze caressed the sheer white curtains, giving the room a tranquil atmosphere. Khendra slipped out of her shoes, sat on the bed with her legs folded, and placed the tray on her lap. She turned on the television and leaned back against the overstuffed pillows, ready to catch the evening news and enjoy her meal. She had just put a forkful of salad into her mouth when the doorbell rang. A brief frown knitted her brow. Now who could that be? She placed the tray aside and padded to the door.
When she glanced through the peephole, her breathing stopped short, and her stomach did an Olympic somersault. But then she caught herself and nonchalantly opened the door, leaning against the frame with a look of total indifference,
âIâm sorry,â he said softly.
Her heart almost melted, but she turned the ice back on. âOh, are you? About what, exactly?â
A devilish grin lit his face, and the
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