Page 90 of Duty and Desire

So when Tammy opened it up, and Lottie rushed right through, Mo seized on it and he did not have it in him to shut it down, being a dickhead about it, or otherwise.

It would probably bite him in the ass.

Hell, it already was biting him in the ass.

But she seemed happy, so he’d find some way to deal with it.

On her street, a few houses down from hers, he saw it before she saw it.

And when he saw it, he knew things were going to get even worse.

Terrific.

“Ohmigod!” she cried, cutting herself off from talking about some peacock outfit she was thinking about stripping in, somehow getting this idea from Tammy’s new man.

He knew then that she saw it too.

“You get to meet my nephews!” she exclaimed.

Yeah.

All three.

They were running around on her sloped front lawn, looking like they were playing tag, while a blonde woman who had to be her sister lounged on the front steps.

Eddie Chavez’s woman and boys, and as Mo brought them closer, he saw he could call that without even knowing Lottie’s sister was married to Chavez.

His boys were stamped all over with him. Put one in a kid lineup, Mo would have called Eddie, or his brother Hector, no sweat.

Seeing as they wanted whoever was after Lottie to know she had protection, Mo didn’t park in the garage at the back in case the guy was watching. He parked in the front.

Something he did right then.

And Lottie was practically clawing at the door before he even came to a complete halt.

He threw his truck in park just as she hit the locks.

Then she was flying out.

And his day got worse even though many men would describe it as exponentially better.

This was because she dashed up the slope and was immediately hit with one boy, the tallest, so probably oldest, then two, and finally the third, the youngest, toddled over and jumped on.

Lottie started going down with the first hit. It was a feint. The kid was maybe seven or eight and not small, but she could have stayed standing.

But not if she wanted him to think he could best her.

Something she obviously did.

Slowly, forcing himself to take in the surrounding area as he did it, Mo got out, rounded the hood, noted the sister, Jet, was up, had moved a bit forward, had hands on hips, but she wasn’t watching her boys wrestle with their aunt on their aunt’s front lawn.

She was focused on Mo.

He could see Eddie going there. She was pretty, not as pretty as her sister, but pretty. Curvy. Way more curvy than Lottie. Dressed in jeans, flip flops and a tight, long-sleeved T-shirt that showed no cleavage but still didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Mo would lay money on the fact that Chavez both loved and hated that T-shirt.

Loved it when she wore it for him.