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“Seriously, Lamont? What!”
He eyeballed her and then sniffed the air. She glared. Rather than take the hint that this wasn’t the time, he strode by her into the house. “I need to talk to you, Jaz. Yasmine and I had a fight.”
“You two are always fighting.”
“No, but…”
“But what, Lamont? Spill it.”
“Can I stay the night?”
She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Um, let me think. No!”
He strode toward her, but she
backed up a step, raising an eyebrow. She’d always thought Lamont was a little weird, but tonight he was odder. Maybe she could figure it out if she wasn’t busy thinking about Torrian and getting back into his arms. Not to mention she couldn’t wait to get her jeans off.
“…she found out,” Lamont was saying, and Jaz realized he’d been speaking while her mind wandered. Had he cheated?
“Found out what? What are you talking about?”
The look he gave her, a plea mixed with what looked like longing had to be her imagination. Lamont rubbed a hand over his hair, which he’d had cut too low for cool weather in her opinion. “About you.”
“What about me?” The mystery was starting to pluck her nerves, and she heard a sound in the bedroom that might mean Torrian was losing patience as well.
Lamont glanced toward the bedroom, but she snapped her fingers to gain his attention. He sighed. “Yasmine found out how I feel about you, that I’m in love with you.”
Jaz’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? You’ve been with my sister for ten years, and you’re fucking what?” Jaz didn’t curse often, but Lamont threw her for a loop. The last thing she expected him to say was that he had feelings for her. He must be out of his mind.
For some reason, Lamont didn’t pick up on her anger. He ducked his head as if he were embarrassed, but he kept right on with his ludicrous confession. “She saw some stuff, some, uh, pictures I took of you.”
Jaz forgot how to speak. She just stood there, staring at him. He extended a hand and stepped toward her, but in an instant an obstruction blocked her vision of him. Something thumped hard and loud, and Jaz blinked to realize Torrian had tossed Lamont against a wall. Her brother-in-law bounced off it and hit the floor. When he struggled to get to his feet, Torrian started for him again. Jaz shrieked and grabbed his arm.
“Torrian, stop.”
He did, but from the way he looked at Lamont, she wondered how long she could keep him back. Jaz inched in front of Torrian and kept a hand on his thigh so she would know where he was at all times.
“What the hell is that white guy doing here?” Lamont didn’t seem to understand the danger he was in. “Wait, that’s why it smells like sex in here? You’re fucking him, Jaz?”
She put her hands on her hips. “What I do is my business. You need to explain to me what you mean by my sister saw pictures you took of me.”
Torrian shifted behind her, but he didn’t try to get at Lamont. She suspected if the fool didn’t answer right, Torrian wouldn’t be still long.
Shame surfaced in Lamont’s gaze. “Promotional stuff for the benefit. You know I dabble in photography.”
She frowned. “Of course, and I’m always doing what I can to get the word out there.” Then she froze. The operative words were doing what she could. A couple times Jaz wore crazy costumes to try to drudge up interest in the center, and then there was the Halloween outfit, which left little to the imagination. “You took photos the night of the party for the website.”
“And for myself,” he admitted.
Jaz felt sick. “You disgusting creep!”
“Jaz, it’s not like that. I love you. I just wanted a token—”
“Don’t say that to me!”
He reached out a hand to her and found Torrian’s fist in his jaw. Blood spattered Lamont’s bottom lip.
“Get up,” Torrian demanded. Jaz had the feeling he wanted to hit Lamont again, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. Torrian bared his teeth. “I said, Get. The fuck. Up.”
