My Anchor (Trio Series Book 1) (18 page)

“I want a test to be sure then.” Fucker.

“No, absolutely not, just forget about me. I'm sure you can do that. You did it with your wife when you met me.” I know I shouldn't poke the bear but damn I can’t believe this guy. He hauls his hand back ready to hit me but gets pulled back last minute.

“Your daddy must have been a piece of shit to not teach you that a man doesn't raise his voice or a hand to a woman.” The voice sends tingles up my spine, so deep and forceful. He has an accent that sounds like he is from somewhere south.

“Listen asshole, we are having a private conversation.” Chase tries to say but the man lets out a deep laugh.

“If it were private you wouldn't be in the parking lot of a damn Starbucks.” His voice is so damn sexy I have to check out the rest of him. Looking up I see that he is looking at me with blue eyes that look like sea glass. They are framed with dark eyelashes and he has a small scar under his right eye running along the top of his cheek a little over an inch long. His blond hair is buzzed off close to his scalp like he may have cut it not too long ago.

“I’ll leave, alright man.” Chase finally says then looks over at me. “I want that test done, I won't wait forever.” I don't even get to respond to his harsh tone before blue eyes is smacking him upside the back of the head as if he were scolding a child.

“You don't get to talk to her like that either. Now if the lady wants to talk to you she will, but it sure looks like she doesn't. So you will just have to move on.” Chase tries to say something else but gets interrupted. “No, you are done here, go on boy.” He says causing Chase to fume a little more but doesn't say anything else and walks away. Finally.

“Thank you so much,” I tell blue eyes when I finally find my words.

“No problem Dove, just don't like seeing a man disrespecting a woman is all.” That damn accent is so thick I want to ask him where his cowboy hat and belt buckle are. But decide against it.

“I… ah, well thanks again.” I tell him and go to get in my car.

“I take it he isn't too happy about the baby?” he says gesturing to my stomach which is huge thankfully I only have a few more weeks to go.

“Not that it is any of your business, no he isn't.”

“Sorry, I have a problem with overstepping. Names Row.” He says holding out his hand for me to shake. Taking it sends a tingle up my spine once more. I will blame the wet panties on the pregnancy hormones.

“Shana. Row? That’s different, short for something?” I ask still holding the man’s hand.

“Sure is.” Is all he says not going any further. He just looks at me smiling.

“Not going to tell me what it’s short for are you?” I get a little flirty, I mean who wouldn't? I would love to hear what Linn would say about him.

“Only two people know what my given name is, one is my mom the other, my dad. Sorry Dove I just met you, not going to be handing out secrets already.” He is flirting back and damn does it feel good. The last person to show a little interest was Chase and that was some time ago eight months to be exact.

“Oh, there you are Row baby I thought I lost you.” Some bleach blond chick comes walking up to us carrying a coffee. By the looks of her, it’s probably some nonfat soy bullshit. When I realize she is staring at our still joined hands I take mine away quickly. Then look up at Row to see him still looking at me. Clearing my throat I back away a little bit more. He shakes his head then looks over soy Barbie.

“Yeah sorry. Just helping out Shana here. You ready?” she nods her head and he starts walking toward her. Then stops for a second to turn my way again.

“You take care, Shana.” He says then continues back to Barbie wrapping his arm around her, walking to a large black pickup truck then opening the door for her. After helping her in he looks my way once more, and like an idiot, I'm still standing there gawking at him. He smiles and tips an imaginary hat rounds his truck and gets in. The loud black beast of a truck roars out of the lot leaving a gust of black smoke in its wake. Yuck must be a diesel truck, I hate that smell. Getting into my car my thoughts of Chase’s outburst are gone replaced with a certain deep southern accent and blue eyes.

Books From Joy

Trio series

My Anchor

Linn’s Story

My Libertine

Shana’s Story

(coming soon)

My Mean Boy

Cristal’s Story

(coming soon)

Reckoning Series

Safe

Fight

(coming soon)

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