A Pleasing Temptation(3)

By: Deborah Fletcher Mello


“They weren’t mad. Mom’s just worried. You know how she is. And you snapping at her didn’t help. Now she’s even more concerned about you.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen. It just slipped.”

“Yeah, you were being a little sensitive. Do you want to talk about it?”

Kamaya shrugged. “Not really. I’m just ready to get back to work. I need to focus on something other than bridal gowns and floral arrangements.”

Maitlyn giggled softly. “It really wasn’t that bad. And how beautiful was our little sister?”

“She was stunning. It’s so strange to see Tarah all grown-up and mature-like. Nicholas has been good for her.”

“She’s been good for Nicholas. And your turn is coming.”

Kamaya scoffed. “Did anyone ever think I might not want a turn?”

Maitlyn nodded. “I did. But your mother says differently, and you know Katherine Toutant Boudreaux is never wrong about anything!”

“You got that right!” their mother interjected. She had moved down the aisle and was suddenly standing beside them.

Kamaya smiled. “You still love me?”

Katherine waved a dismissive hand at her. “Don’t I always?”

The three women smiled brightly at each other. Their ensuing conversation was calm and easy, Kamaya falling back into balance with everyone.

The flight attendant interrupted the moment. “Ma’am, the pilot is preparing the plane for landing. We’ll need you to take a seat and put your seat belt on, please.”

Katherine nodded, hesitating for one minute longer. “Are you coming to the house after we land?” she asked, meeting Kamaya’s stare.

Kamaya shook her head. “I don’t think so. I really need to stop in at the office and check on things, and then I want to go home and catch up on some sleep.”

Her mother nodded. “Plan on lunch next week. I need to make sure you’re really okay.”

Kamaya smiled, exchanging a look with her sister. “Yes, ma’am.”

* * *

“Yes, ma’am. I will. Yes, ma’am.” Wesley Leroy Walters was nodding into his cell phone.

On the other end, his mother, Annie Walters was cataloging a lengthy list of must-dos and expectations. “And I want you to get to church sometime soon,” the older woman said.

His father laughed, chiming in on their three-way conversation. “God knows your heart, son! Just do a drive by, wave at the pastor and get back to work. Jesus will excuse you.”

“Leon Walters! How are you going to tell our son some foolishness like that!” Annie exclaimed.

His father laughed and Wesley laughed with him. He could just imagine the look on his poor mother’s face. It made him smile as he thought about the only woman in the world who had his whole heart.

“It’s all good, Ma. I promise I’ll go to service this Sunday,” Wesley said. Behind him, the sound system suddenly blasted on, the throbbing techno bass of the 1983 club hit “White Horse” echoing throughout the room. It surprised him, his eyes widening as he slammed his palm against the mouthpiece of his cell phone.

“Wesley, what’s that noise?” his mother questioned, the sound carrying over the phone line.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed, as he shot a look at the sound man in the corner, gesturing for him to turn the music down. “I turned on my radio and didn’t realize the volume was so high,” he said, the little white lie spilling past his full lips.

His father chuckled. “Thought you all were having a party in that office of yours.”

“No. No. Nothing like that,” Wesley said as he shot an evil eye toward the other men in the room. “But I do have to run,” he said. “I need to get ready for a meeting. I’ll give you a call tomorrow, okay?”

“Of course, baby,” his mother answered.

“Handle your business, son!” his father added.

After telling them both that they were loved, Wesley disconnected the call. “What the hell?” he shouted over the music.

On the stage, Bryan Lackey was refining his dance routine. He gave Wesley a thumbs-up as he gyrated his hips from side to side.

Trey Jackson laughed. “You know he did that on purpose, right?”

Wesley shook his head. “I swear, if one of you outs me to my mother there’s going to be hell to pay!”

The other men in their group laughed heartily and Wesley couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

Bryan turned off the music and jumped down from the stage. “Sorry about that, big guy. I didn’t know it was your mother. I just knew you were lying to some stray you picked up here at the club.”

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