A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [2]
Up ahead Erica saw the town’s square, brightly lit and rimmed by a well-maintained lawn. The parks in the Fifth Ward might look deteriorated and in need of care, but here the statues of the city’s forefathers were in perfect condition. It almost sickened her when she thought of the good citizens’ priorities.
She glanced at her watch. It wasn’t even eight o’clock and already the retail businesses had closed, leaving the area looking like a ghost town. The town had survived what would have been rough economic times when a few wealthy residents had come in and bought out the small, struggling businesses, which made the rich even richer and gave them tighter control and ownership of the town.
Even her job as head librarian and accountant at the town’s historical library was nothing more than a cushy position created by her parents—mainly her mother—to assure the history of Hattersville was well preserved. Erica was constantly reminded that if it hadn’t been for the forefathers—those free blacks who’d come from Canada—the town wouldn’t exist.
For generations there had been a distinct line between the two groups of people living in Hattersville, the haves and the have-nots. Those that had money—the Hayeses, Delberts, Sanderses, Carters, Heards, Bakers, Cobbs and Stonewells—were those who owned major manufacturing corporations that employed thousands of people who drove into the city to work.
After giving April a good-bye hug, Erica slid into her car, a cherry-red Mercedes two-door that had been a birthday gift from her father a couple of years ago. After strapping on her seat belt, she was about to turn the key in the ignition when her cell phone rang. She smiled when she saw the caller was Brian. She wasted no time answering it. “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetheart. Where are you?” he asked.
“About to leave Ryder’s Steak House. April’s in town so we did dinner.” She paused a moment and then asked, “So, do you think you can get away for the weekend?”
She heard his chuckle and the sexiness of it carried through the phone. She immediately recalled the first time she’d seen him, shirtless and wearing a pair of cutoff jeans with a fishing pole in his hands. He had given her a flirty smile and she’d turned to mush. She had actually felt that smile in every part of her body, every pore and every single cell. That smile had transformed her into one hot and achy mass and on that day she’d discovered that the whole concept of lust was as real as real could get.
“Yes, I think I can get away,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “By the way, there’s something waiting for you at your house.”
A smile touched her lips. He had been known to send her thinking-of-you gifts through the mail. “There is?”
“Yes.”
She wondered what he’d sent her this time. Last week it was a CD on which he’d recorded “Rock-a-bye Baby” in his deep voice like Barry White’s as a way to lull her to sleep each night. “What is it?” she asked.
He gave her another sexy chuckle before simply saying, “Me. And now that you know, don’t speed getting here.”
How could she not, Erica thought after a quick gasp escaped her lips. They hadn’t seen each other in over three weeks and she was filled with a deep longing that she knew would be getting satisfied in a big way when she saw him. Sensual shivers danced up her spine when she envisioned how that would be accomplished.
“Make yourself comfortable until I get there,” she told him.
“I’ve done that already and I can’t wait to see you, baby.”
She couldn’t wait to see him, either. “I’m on my way.”
Before Brian could give her a hot response, one that would probably make her detonate, she clicked off the phone, started her engine and pulled out of the parking lot. With Brian in town her plans for the weekend had definitely changed. Everyone would understand.
Everyone but her mother.
Brian