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Chapter 5

“I don’t know how you actually grew up in this family and never learned how to cook.” Alice Diallo turned around at the massive kitchen island and passed Lex the platter of fried dumplings she’d made that afternoon.

The entire house buzzed with the presence of thirteen Diallo children, their parents, partners and a few close friends. Dinner was due to start in less than fifteen minutes. Everyone was there and accounted for, the large house humming with music and conversation, laughter from the big verandah, the living room and the dining room. Lex had been drafted to help set the table since he didn’t cook.

“I’m a decent-enough cook,” he told his sister as he left the kitchen, “I just don’t want to cook for your greedy asses. You might get used to it and ask me to do it on the regular.” His sister made a rude noise.

Lex placed the covered platter in the middle of the table along with all the other prepared dishes. Unlike official, quarterly family dinners when their mother either cooked or had the meal catered, this time each of the Diallo children brought a dish to share. Lex brought sorrel from his backyard, a potent mixture he planted, harvested and made himself that had plenty of white rum and was not fit for the children’s consumption. There was already wine, but Lex put the sorrel—stored in Red Label bottles—in champagne buckets on both sides of the table.

“It’s almost time to eat!” he called out. He’d barely finished yelling when his siblings started flooding into the room.

But he noticed that his parents weren’t among them. “Hey, where are Mama and Daddy?”

“You know better than to ask that question,” Kingsley said, sitting next to their youngest sibling, Elia.

Wolfe, the second oldest, gave Lex a laughing look. “Probably in their room. I doubt you want to go find them. They’ll come down when they’re ready.”

But Alice poked him in the side with a naughty grin. “Go get them. Tell them Elia better be the last one. We don’t need another kid running around here.”

“Hey! I’m not a kid.” Elia piped up. “I’ll be eighteen in, like, three weeks.”

“Oh wow...so mature.”

The room exploded in laughter before Lex could see who’d spoken. Most of the seats were already taken. It didn’t seem right for his parents not to be there.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you!” Wolfe called out as Lex walked away.

But he knew they weren’t in their room. He’d seen them in the den earlier after giving them their unofficial anniversary present: a digital picture frame with all the kids’ photos preloaded. Upstairs, as he walked closer to the den, he heard their voices, low and intimate. He paused. Maybe Wolfe was right. But the den’s door wasn’t closed. Even in their own house, they wouldn’t fool around with the door wide open for anyone to walk in and see.

“This is really something,” his father was saying.

“Sometimes I can’t believe it’s the same boy.” His mother’s voice was muffled and soft.

When Lex got close enough, he saw them standing near his father’s desk looking at the pictures scrolling by in the digital frame. His mother was resting her head against her husband’s chest.

It was a running joke among the Diallo children that their parents were always screwing like rabbits, that it was a lucky thing they’d only ended up with thirteen kids instead of thirty. Lex started to turn around and leave them to their privacy, but they shifted apart and his mother called out.

“Alexander?”

He turned back toward the den, his fingers resting lightly on the wall. “Yes, it’s me,” he said. “Dinner’s ready.”

His mother came toward him, just as his father met his eyes with a smile before looking back at his wife. “I told you we were going to be late if you kept up your sentimental tripe.”

Lex grinned. Of the two, his father was the more sentimental and likely to break down in tears. But only in the presence of family.

His mother, graceful and elegant even in jeans and a screen-printed shirt that Elia had given her for their unofficial anniversary, slid her fingers between his.

“Thank you for the gift, Alexander. It’s wonderful.” She smelled of coffee and bitter chocolate still, remnants of earlier that evening when she and his father had been exiled to a nearby coffee shop so the kids could take care of dinner.

“You’re welcome, Mama.”

His father came up behind her, looming tall and distinguished in the new gray-flecked goatee he’d been trying out for the last few weeks. “Although we don’t say it nearly enough, we’re very proud of you.” He shared a look with his wife and Lex wondered where this was coming from. Then he remembered the photos he’d uploaded in the frame, especially the ones of him as a teenager smirking at the camera, looking like he was on the hunt for trouble. “The success you made for yourself,” his father continued. “The peace you found once you came back to us whole and settled all those years ago.” He was talking about Jamaica, the end of Lex’s rebellious phase. And Lex couldn’t help but think about Margot and the role she had in that.

“You came back to us better than we ever dreamed,” his mother said. “We’re so happy you made it.” Unspoken was the reality that he could very easily have burned himself out and ended up hurt or worse.

His father rested a hand on his shoulder, a light and loving weight. “Very happy.”

Lex squeezed his father’s hand and swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat. “I...just came to call you for dinner.” He cleared his throat, cursing the tremor in his voice. “Don’t let the food get cold.” Then he turned and left them before they could see the wetness in his eyes.

He’d come a long way since he was eighteen and breaking his parents’ hearts with just about every decision he made. It had taken a conversation or eight with Madame M—with Margot—to make him realize what he was turning his back on. Family. The people who loved him unconditionally even when they were tired of his mess and trying to help him clean it all up.

Downstairs, Lex turned into the first room he came to: his mother’s office. With the smell of his mother’s fragrance around him—his mother who’d never cried but clung to him like he was a precious thing she had almost lost—Lex fumbled for his phone. He brought up Margot’s number and, after a moment’s hesitation, sent her a text.

I’ll do it.

* * *

Soft conversation rippled through the tea shop where Lex stood. He lurked near the intimidating wall of loose-leaf tea selections, trying to decide what he was in the mood for. The display of teas was impressively large. He wanted to bury his nose in every single metal container and inhale their particular scent until he could decide what it was that he actually wanted. It also helped him to stall and wait for what he was really at the tea shop for.

It wasn’t long before his patience was rewarded and Margot walked in. She pushed open the door, talking with a woman who came in just behind her, a woman whose face Lex couldn’t immediately see. There was something familiar about her body though, lushly made with high yet heavy breasts covered in a gray V-necked T-shirt and a cascade of tiny gold chains, hips that curved sweetly under blue jeans and made something low in his belly jerk to attention. Maybe she was an actress from a movie or television show he’d seen once. Then he saw her face.

Lex’s hand brushed one of the tins of loose-leaf tea, and the tea tumbled off the shelf, spilling golden chamomile flowers all over the tile floor. He winced when every eye in the place, including Margot’s, swung to him. He was certain he saw her amused gaze before she turned back to the woman with her, her sister. The same woman he’d seen at the gallery. The universe was either seriously messing with him or giving him a gift straight from heaven.

He tore his eyes away from the woman and dropped to one knee to gather the spilled chamomile the same moment someone came from behind the counter with a small broom and dustbin. Lex apologized for the mess while the man waved him away with a smile, saying something about accidents happening all the time. But although Lex was trying his best to deal with the tea and man and the sudden gallop of his pulse, his attention was still firmly focused on Margot’s sister.

Only two weeks had passed since he saw her, but his body jerked tight and grew warm like it was only yesterday that it had hardened for her. As his body reacted to her presence, Lex felt like he was on display, the priapic man unable to control his reaction to a seductive woman walking into a place where he’d expected duty, only to be faced with desire. He shook his head at his own dramatics and backed away from the tea display and the guy with the broom before he could do any more damage.

After ordering a smoothie, he stood to the side and watched the two women while trying not to be obvious about it. The only features the two women shared were their above-average height and nut-brown skin. Otherwise, they were night and day. Margot was so beautiful and strikingly slender that, if Lex hadn’t known her, he’d have thought she’d just stepped off the plane from a fashion show in Milan. Her smiles were wide and inviting, but there was no warmth in them. Her sister, though, was...all heat and invitation, even though she wasn’t smiling. Objectively, her face was pretty enough, but there was nothing in it to inspire a league of Instagram followers. Square-ish jaw. Long-lashed eyes. A full and slightly downturned mouth. He very deliberately did not look any lower than her chin.

The sisters stood at the back of the line without paying him the slightest bit of attention. Which he was grateful for. Soon enough, they stepped past him, Margot’s sister saying in a soft voice what teas she liked. Margot only said a few words until they were at the front of the line, where she ordered tea service for two and two curry-chicken sandwiches. Once their order was placed, they sat an empty table to wait. That was Lex’s cue.

He dialed a number and, a few feet away, Margot made a sound of surprise and reached for her own phone. Once she answered, he hung up, but she kept the phone to her ear and said something into it Lex couldn’t hear. When she put the phone down, the look on her face was all apology.

“I’m really sorry about this, Noelle, but I have to go.”

“What? Now? We already ordered.”

Because of her soft voice, Lex had positioned himself to hear her conversation, but then he had to step back from the counter when someone else came up to place their order. Margot apologized again—a little too profusely, it seemed to Lex—and then kissed her sister’s cheeks even as Noelle was still sputtering about not wanting to drink a whole pot of tea and eat two sandwiches by herself.

“Why don’t you share the service with someone here?” Margot asked. “That way, it won’t go to waste.” She apologized again before pushing her way out the door. Noelle sat at the table, stunned for a few seconds, and just as she got up, probably to get the order to go, Lex stepped close to her table with his most charming smile.

Damn, she was even sexier up close. Her body one curve after delicious curve, her lips glistening with clear gloss.

“Excuse me, miss. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.”

“Didn’t your mother tell you not to eavesdrop?” Noelle looked up at him with suspicion and then she blinked, her eyes going wide. Lex felt a surge of satisfaction. She remembered him too. “Oh, hi...” she finished, her voice a little breathless.

“My mother told me a lot of things,” Lex said, drowning in her dark-rimmed eyes that shone with just a touch of sadness. “One of them was to always speak to a beautiful woman since you never know if she’ll be the mother to your babies.” He hoped his mother would forgive him the lie. Any advice about women she’d given him had always been about wearing raincoats and not every date being a keeper. He widened his smile.

“Your mother sounds very optimistic,” Noelle said. She bit her lip and skipped her eyes over his body, a quick and burning look he remembered well from the night at the gallery.

“She is,” he said. “Very.”

The sun arched through the glass front of the tea shop and fell into the arc of Noelle’s throat, down the sumptuous line of her chest, glinting in the fall of tiny necklaces. Gold on top of gold. “I’ve seen you before,” she said.

“And I’ve seen you.” Lex allowed a trace of what he’d felt that night at the gallery to show in his face, the instant attraction and honest lust. Noelle bit her lip again and her eyes fluttered low, an answering desire flowing like water over her face. That naked passion gave Lex the encouragement to continue. “Like I was about to say before being unfairly interrupted, do you mind if I join you?”

Noelle dipped her head and her shoulder-length hair, straightened and glossy, shifted over her shoulders. When she looked back up at Lex, the bloom of sexual interest had disappeared like she had put that part of herself behind a door and firmly locked it away. “As much as I would enjoy your company,” she said, “I have to go.” Her face was a study in conflicting emotions.

She made the motion to stand up and Lex acted quickly, spurred by desperation. It wasn’t about Margot and what she wanted anymore. This was the woman who had haunted his dreams and fed his fantasies for the past fourteen nights. He needed her to stay with him. “If you leave now, you’ll never experience the best thing you’ve ever had in your mouth.”

She leaned away from him. “Excuse me?”

“The taro smoothie they serve here. It’s really good.” He teased her with a smile. “Why? What did you think I meant?”

She blinked up at him in surprise and a hint of a smile touched her lips. Just then, one of the guys from behind the counter appeared with a tray holding the sandwiches and pot of tea.

“Here you are, ma’am.” He settled Noelle’s order on the small table and then, after making sure she had everything, took her ticket. Noelle thanked him before he disappeared back behind the counter.

She stared down at the carefully arranged tea and sandwiches like she didn’t know what to do with it all.

Lex reached across the table and offered her his hand. “I’m Lex.”

“And you’re very persistent.”

“But hopefully not a pest.” He wanted this to be the moment they connected, but he wasn’t going to force it if she really wasn’t feeling him. He knew the power of his charm, but he also knew its limits.

Noelle tipped her head to look up at him, the smooth tumble of her hair sliding over her shoulders in a way that made him long to tug it firmly until her throat was bare to him and she was gasping for his touch. “You’re not a pest yet,” she said, oblivious to his slow but steady burn.

Lex widened his thighs under the table, making room in his pants for his growing...problem. He released a silent breath and turned his attention to the tea and sandwiches in front of them. “That looks good,” Lex murmured. “I’ll share it with you if you share my taro smoothie with me.”

She still seemed undecided, like at any moment she would shove away from the table and bolt. Lex made the decision for her. He poured a cup of tea for her and one for himself. The tea, fragrant with ginger and chamomile, steamed against his face, the same tea he’d scattered all over the floor earlier. “So what happened back there? Your girlfriend bail on you?”

He smiled with relief when Noelle only looked amused as he sipped the tea. Her internal shrug, just before she reached for her own teacup, was almost comically obvious. “Margot isn’t my girlfriend, although she can be as overbearing as the worst kind of wife.” She tilted her head, her forehead wrinkling. “I’m actually a little surprised she just left me here. Half the time I swear she thinks I’m some naïf wandering through the deep, dark woods about to stumble into danger at every turn.”

Naïf. Lex smiled at the word. He had the sneaking suspicion that Margot’s opinion of her sister’s proximity to suicidal cliff jumping was very far from reality.

“I’m sure you’ll set her straight soon enough.” Lex took another sip of the tea and nodded in approval. “This is good. I’ve never tried this blend before.”

“You come here a lot?”

He grinned. “You’re asking if I come here often.”

“Oh my God. Your ego is large, isn’t it?”

She was perfect, really. Lex chuckled. “Not my ego, no.”

Her lips twitched again. She was restrained, even in her amusement. It made him want to pull out all the stops to make her laugh, even make a fool of himself if that was what it took.

“Sir, your taro smoothie.” A young girl appeared at Lex’s shoulder. He thanked her and took the tall glass, which was filled to the top with the lavender smoothie and had boba resting like dark pearls at the bottom.

Once the girl left, he slid his glass across the table toward Noelle. “Try this. Your mouth will thank you.”

She shook her head. “In a minute. I’m not sure I’m ready for a mouth-changing experience.” She held the tea under her nose, steaming her face with the fragrant blend and closed her eyes for a moment. “This is what I came here for. I’ve been trying to convince Margot to come here forever. Then the day I finally get her to come, she gets called away on a mystery errand.” She sipped her tea, and the taste of it on her tongue seemed to make her smile. “Figures.”

“Well, it’s my lucky day,” Lex said. He reached for one of the sandwiches and took a big bite. “Mmm. Definitely my lucky day.” And he made sure he conveyed with his eyes just what part of the day’s good fortune he was truly grateful for. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, after swallowing her tea. “I think. I’m not really into being considered a prize in this scenario.”

“Not a prize. Just interesting company for a guy who’d otherwise be having a lonely day.”

He suspected an admission of loneliness might resonate with her and make her open up to him in a way that bold flirtation wouldn’t. Deliberately, he did not think about just how else he wanted her to open up for him.

You’re celibate. Control yourself.

Under the table, Lex pinched his thigh until the image of her spread across his bed and open to his every desire disappeared. But, damn, it was hard. He was hard.

“I think you’re trying to play me.” Noelle blew across the surface of her hot tea, her lips pursed and her eyes perceptive. “But my sister threw me to the lions today so I might as well play with one. Right?”

Lex wondered again why Margot thought her sister needed a fake lover to heal an old wound that he sensed was on its way to being mended already. This woman was strong. And she was breaking down every one of his defenses.

“I wouldn’t call myself a lion,” Lex managed with a smile. “Just a friendly pussycat.”

Noelle made a disbelieving noise. “Have some more tea,” she said. “It’s getting cold.”

They finished her pot of tea and his glass of taro smoothie, sharing their different experiences of the tea shop—when they’d first discovered it, who brought them, their favorite thing to eat or drink there. At first, Lex asked these questions to distract himself from how breathtaking she was, how knee-weakeningly sexy. Then it was because he really wanted to know about her and was pleased that, although Margot was the one who told him about the tea shop, he liked it nearly as much as Noelle seemed to, having visited it twice before the day Margot had arranged for them to meet.

Because he was Jamaican, tea was part of his everyday life. He drank a hot cup every morning and sometimes before bed. The different varieties at the shop exposed him to new flavors he’d never tried before. He’d already bought a few ounces of different teas to drink at home.

“If you’re ever curious enough to try a few select tea blends,” he told Noelle while smiling around the last small bite of the sandwich, “you should come over to my kitchen. I have some tea from here that you might like. In case you’re ever fiending for a cup when they’re closed.”

Noelle almost grinned, Lex could tell. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.

“Please do. It’s a very sincere invitation.” Lex winked at her, feeling a bit silly. But her brief look of amusement made it worth it. Noelle made him want to say and do the most ridiculous things just to see that sparkle in her eyes.