Arista is a slightly older widow... Donald is the handsome attorney assigned to settle her estates... sparks fly but is it enough to sustain beyond the fire?
Opening her eyes, Francine stretched and looked down at the soaking sheet.
“Oops, I guess it’s time.” She said, nonchalantly. She looked at Jeremy who was wearing dress slacks, a football jersey and mismatched shoes and laughed as she got out of bed.
“I’m going to wash up, please call Ms. C, the doctor and Lasha. My bags are ready and please change ...
"I love me now too Khalil. Only me, so we have that in common." Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, Deya walked around her husband and out the door. She waited until Keb was settled. Her dues were paid.
“How so, mom? I thought you were just ‘kicking it’ getting your groove back with a man who knows you. Y’all were apart twenty-eight years at you
Her face transformed at the thought of riding an Arabian. Horses were her second love after acting. "You should come see her. There are six others but she's the prize."
"Maybe I will. Thanks for lunch but I really need to run. My money has run out on the parking meter. It was great seeing you Mark."
"Saturday, I'm coming to get you Saturday." Mark said, eagerly.
"Okay..." Charlotte said, gathering
That was why she didn’t engage much with men anymore. The Matheo types always seemed to have babes who were at their beck and call and she was simply not interested. She had been there and done that.
“You taking applications?” Anita asked nothing coy in her tone.
“Only if you’re applying.”