Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) Read Free

way." Pala tapped his arm
before hiking up the hill.
    "Oh
my!" Farrah said as she tried to keep a straight face.
    "The old
loon is probably crazy," Shane said after a while.
    "Is she,
Shane?" Farrah teased. "When was the last time you had sex?"
    Shane dragged
his hand down his face. "I'm not telling you the last time I had
sex," he said in disbelief.
    "I guess
we're in the same boat," she shrugged. "I wonder who's having your
baby?" she sang.
     
    Shane replayed Pala’s comment in his head since he
left Farrah in Aruba. Was the old, eccentric lady crazy or was she telling him
the truth? He had to admit she did know about him grieving. It was time for him
to let go of Sarah, but he couldn’t. But was she telling the truth about having
a child on the way? It’d been a year since Sarah’s death and he been with one
person, and that was Jasmine St. Clair.
    Picking up the phone, he called Jazz’s number for
the fifth time; there was no answer. Checking the watch on his wrist for third
time since arriving at Denver International Airport, he groaned. He was on a
time crunch. He needed to get to Jazz and find out if she really was having his
baby.
    Every time he asked Benjamin about his sister, he
got the same reply. “ She’s okay, working hard .” Shit, Benjamin even said
that she didn’t want to come home because she was working. Shane had a sneaky
suspicion that Jazz was trying to avoid him. When he woke up that morning, he
didn’t realize his mistake until after it was done. He hasn’t been intimate
with anyone in a long time, he allowed himself to live for just that moment in
Jazz’s arms.
    Shane sighed a breath of relief when his cell
phone’s caller ID showed his good friend, Hawk Youngblood, a detective for the
Denver Police Department. Before the flight took off from Aruba, he asked Hawk
to search for Jasmine. Shane knew he couldn’t damn well ask Benjamin for
Jasmine’s address, especially since he was on a much-needed vacation.
    “This is McBride,” Shane said as he signed the
rental car agreement.
    “I have the address, man,” Hawk replied.
    Shane wrote the address that Hawk recited to him.
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.”
    “You know it,” Hawk chuckled, before he hanged up.
    An hour later, Shane stood in front of Jazz’s
bricked townhouse. He wondered how she could sleep with all the noise coming
from across the street. The community she lived in was still under
construction. There were only four buildings in the whole subdivision. He
pressed the doorbell and waited for her to come to the door. The locks on the
door disengaged.
    “Hello.” The door swung open. Jasmine stood there
in her pajamas, shock was written across her beautiful swollen face. Shane’s
eyes traveled down to her very pregnant belly. “What….are you doing here?” she
asked.
    “Why are you pregnant?” he barked back at her.
    “Because of you,” she snapped. “Go back to Texas,”
she said, trying to shove the door in his face.
    “No,” Shane said as he put his feet into the door.
“Ouch! Jazz, just talk to me.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” she mumbled.
    ***
    Jazz didn’t want to hear anything that Shane had
to say. How the hell did he even know where she lived in the first place? The
only person who had her address was her mother, Jeanette, and she knew damn well
he didn’t get it from her. Damn him and his sexiness.
    “I know you’re having my baby,” he shouted.
    “Go away please.” She was going to continue to
shove the door until it closed. She hadn’t seen Shane since the night they had
sex . You mean the best sex in your whole entire life, Jasmine thought.
    “We both know I’m not leaving until we talk,”
Shane grumbled. “I will sit in my car until you come to your senses.”
    “Shaneeeeee,” Jasmine gasped when she felt a sharp
pain in her back.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “Nothing,” she lied. Jasmine tried to remember how
to breathe through the pain. She was having a