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He grumbled under his breath as he sped down the drive. Was she playing games with him, knowing he would find out she had requested clearance for a lover? The leather crackled beneath his tight grip on the steering wheel. He didn’t know one way or the other, and asking her would mean nothing.
“Frost,” he said into his phone after he dialed the bodyguard. “What park are you in?”
Frost provided the name. “Everything’s fine, Mr. Romy. She even let me drive her and the baby down here. She’s staying close, and at one point when I had to ask her to stay put for a minute, she did.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
“Of course.”
Romy ended the call and drove over to the park anyway. He parked in a spot where he could make out Sonya and Arron. She pushed him gently in a baby swing. Now that he was here, Romy wondered if he should just go. The last thing he wanted to do was to rule her or restrict her in any way that wasn’t necessary.
“If that’s the case, what are you doing here?” he murmured to himself.
The truth was, he was jealous, and he knew it. He chided himself for his actions and then froze when a man exited a vehicle that had just parked nearby. He recognized the face and that scrawny build. How did Kevin Johnson know where to find them?
Romy left his car just as Sonya was greeting Kevin—without surprise. So she’d called him. Technically, she was obeying the rule about no visitors to the mansion who weren’t cleared.
“Every time I see you, you get more and more sexy,” Kevin gushed. “When are we going to get our date?”
She snorted. “You mean you don’t like this one?”
Romy, who walked a few steps behind Kevin and hadn’t been seen yet, could imagine the look of disgust that must have crossed Kevin’s expression. “Tell me this isn’t your idea of a date,” he whined. “I’m talking about just adults. You know for some—”
“Conversation?” Romy suggested and brought a heavy hand down on Kevin’s shoulder.
Kevin almost fell to the ground but recovered himself. “What’s he doing here?”
“Are you spying on me?” Sonya demanded. “Oh wait, don’t tell me Frost told you?”
Romy held up his hands in defense. “I apologize. It wasn’t my intention of following you.”
She gasped.
“I didn’t actually follow you.” Heat suffused his face, and he ground his teeth. There wasn’t an excuse for what he’d done, and her expression said so. He had crossed the line, and he certainly couldn’t say he was just passing through the neighborhood.
Sonya tapped her sandaled foot on the ground, arms folded, and shooting daggers at him with her eyes. She waited for his answer, exuding anger, but all he noticed was how shapely her legs were in the shorts she wore and the way her T-shirt fit snuggly against her pert—jeez, pull yourself together, man!
Romy’s phone rang, giving him a reprieve for the moment. He rushed to check the display and experienced a sensation of relief and annoyance at the name that flashed on the screen.
“Sartori.” He winced because he usually answered personal calls with his first name. She would know that.
“You’re still mad at me, Romy baby?” The pout in her voice grated where once it had turned him on. “I’m so sorry I betrayed you. It was a moment of weakness, and I promise nothing happened between Cason and me. It never will. You’re the only man I want.”
“Zeborah…”
“Hear me out, Romy. I’m not asking to get back together. I know I ruined the relationship we had, but I figured we both have needs, right? We can be occasional lovers.”
Romy paused before answering. He glanced over his shoulder at Sonya. She had turned to Kevin and was chatting with him. Frost stood on alert as if he was just aching for Romy to give him the command to fold Kevin in half and drop him in the nearest trashcan. The same stirring of jealousy rose in Romy over Sonya. He strained to hear their conversation as he ignored Zeborah going on about their physical needs.
“There’s a soccer team forming next week,” Kevin was saying. “I know you said it’s been a while for you, but you look good. I bet you could get back into the swing in no time. I’m joining, and I know for a fact they’re looking for three more players—good ones.”
Sonya moaned. “Oh, man, I’d give my right arm to get in on that. I just don’t have anyone to watch Arron.”
“The games and practices are in the evenings. Come on. You can manage it. Your whole life doesn’t have to be for him.”
Romy flared his nostrils in annoyance.
“You don’t understand how important he is to me,” Sonya snapped. “If you did you wouldn’t be saying that crap.”
