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D inner was actually a lot more fun than Ayanna expected. After the boys went to change out of their church clothes, Johnny surprised her by going out to his SUV and coming back in the house with a garment bag. He explained that he was in the process of moving.

“I just got in yesterday morning, and most of my things are still in the car. I’m going to stay at Nick’s old apartment until I get a house. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to get into something more casual so I don’t get sauce on my good suit.”

“Of course you can,” Ayanna said. “Come on, I’ll take you to the spare room, and you can change there.”

She led him down the hall to a small room that she had set up as a place where the boys could do their homework and she could work from home. It had a chaise lounge, a comfortable chair and a computer desk. Like all the rooms in her house, it was neat as a pin as well as attractive. Warm cocoa walls, bamboo blinds and several colorful prints made it warm and welcoming. There were green plants hanging in the two windows and an African-inspired print rug on the hardwood floor.

“Here you go. You can hang your garment bag on the back of the door or in the closet,” she said, ignoring the warmth that invaded her as he stood close to her body. He took her hand and gave her a look that could have melted a glacier.

“Thanks, Ayanna. I really appreciate you doing this. I don’t want to put you to any trouble, but I don’t get home-cooked food for months at a time, so I really look forward to it when I can get some,” he told her.

The feel of his big hand wrapped around hers was intoxicating, but she forced herself to speak in a normal voice and act casual. “It’s no bother at all, don’t be silly. I’m going to make a list while you change.”

Johnny’s compelling eyes continued to lock with hers. “Is this your grocery list or the list of the desires I’m going to fulfill?”

“Groceries! I’ll need my computer to list everything I want from you,” she said without thinking. She was glad he took it as a joke, and the sound of his laughter followed her down the hall. Her hands were trembling while she jotted down a few things to round out their meal. She went to the refrigerator and poured a big glass of ice-cold water, which she drank rapidly in an effort to cool off the fire that he ignited in her. It’s just dinner. Just one dinner, and then things will be back to normal. Try to act like you got some sense, she chided herself.

In a few minutes Alec, Cameron and Johnny presented themselves in jeans and T-shirts and announced that they were ready to do her bidding.

“Here you go. They boys can tell you where the store is, and they know what brands I like. I think they do, don’t they?” She glanced at her sons, who looked amused.

“Of course we do, Ma. Give us some credit,” Cameron said. “We know everything you like.”

Johnny looked mischievous and said, “Good, you can give me some pointers on how to get on her good side.” They went out the door like they’d been hanging out for years, and Ayanna stared after them until she reminded herself that she had work to do.

She went to the side-by-side refrigerator and pulled open the freezer door. Ayanna liked to power cook, as she called it. If she made spaghetti or chili or macaroni and cheese, things her sons really liked, she would double or triple the recipe so that there were always two or three casseroles in the freezer to be popped in the oven at a moment’s notice. She took out the lasagna and put it on a cookie sheet before sliding it into the oven. She would make garlic bread and stuff some mushrooms with pesto to round out the meal along with a big green salad.

By the time the guys came back from the store, she had changed into some nice fitting jeans and a violet scoop-necked T-shirt that showed off her figure without being too provocative. She was also wearing lavender flip-flops, and her toenails were polished in a pretty shade of pink. “Thank you, gentlemen. Now if you go play some ball or watch the game or something, dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes.”

Alec stayed to set the dining room table for her while she made the garlic bread and the stuffed mushrooms. The salad took no time, since she used a pre-bagged mixture of romaine lettuce.

“I can do that for you, Ma,” Alec offered.

“Thanks, sweetie. You’re too good to me,” she said.

“Aww, Ma, cut it out. I’m supposed to be good to you because you’re so sweet and nice and you do everything for us. We’re lucky to have you for a mother,” he said.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she started to hug him but he held up the oversized salad forks like a cross. “No mushy stuff, Ma! Step away, or I’ll put something weird in the salad.”

“Like what?” Ayanna smiled. Like typical adolescents, both Alec and Cameron had moments when the “mushy stuff” was just too much for them to handle.

“Grub worms, locusts, lizards, stuff like that. John said people in Africa eat them. They’re a delicacy in some places.”

“Ewwww! My palate isn’t that sophisticated, thank you.”

“John is a really cool guy, isn’t he? He’s really smart, and he’s done a lot of traveling. He’s the kind of guy you should date,” he added innocently.

“Okay, thanks for your help. Tell Cameron and Johnny to wash up and dinner will be on the table in about fifteen minutes,” she said hurriedly. When he left the room, she leaned against the counter and sighed deeply. What next?

Ayanna was used to getting compliments on her cooking, but Johnny looked and acted as though he’d been transported to some idyllic land when he tasted her meal. He praised the garlic bread and the mushrooms, but he declared his love for the main course.

“This is the most magnificent meal I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know how to thank you for allowing me to disrupt your family time,” he said.

“Oh, that’s easy. You guys are cleaning up the kitchen, remember?”

Alec and Cameron were already clearing the table and bringing in dessert, which was raspberry sorbet and some of her homemade brownies, which had been known to make people swoon when they tasted them. Johnny was in that category. His eyes lit up when he saw them, and when he swallowed his first bite, he closed his eyes in bliss.

“Alec, Cameron, I know we don’t know each other too well, but once I marry your mother, we’re going to be good friends. Sound okay to you?”

Suddenly the tension that had been building in Ayanna dissipated, and she started laughing. This was the Johnny she’d been getting to know, and this was his usual exaggerated sense of humor. So what if he’d visited her dreams? Stuff happened, and you got over it. “Johnny, you really do need Jesus,” she said.

“Ma, why do you call him Johnny? He told us to call him John,” Cameron pointed out.

“I can help you with that. My dad named us all after singers. I was named after Johnny Hartman, this amazing jazz singer. So Johnny is my given name, but I usually tell people to call me John because it just sounds more adult, more businesslike,” he admitted.

Alec, ever-curious, had to ask another question. “So why don’t you tell Ma to call you John?”

Johnny looked directly into Ayanna’s eyes. “Because I like the way she says my name.”

“You did an excellent job on the kitchen,” Ayanna said. Dinner was over, and the promise to clean up was fulfilled. Alec and Cameron were at a friend’s house, and it was just Ayanna and Johnny, sitting on the sofa listening to music and talking.

“You did a superlative job on everything else,” Johnny said. “You’re an amazing woman, Ayanna. Besides being beautiful and a perfect mother, you cook like a Cordon Bleu graduate, and you dance like a professional. How did you learn to dance like that?”

“Like what? Oh no, did Billie show you that DVD?” She covered her face and groaned.

Johnny pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t go getting all shy with me. You could be headlining in Vegas or Miami with those moves.”

“I didn’t think she was going to show it to anyone.”

“She won’t be showing it to anyone else. I stole it from her just so I could keep it to myself,” he said.

“Are you kidding me? You actually took it? Why?”

“Because it turned me on.” He leaned toward her. “You were too hot for anyone else to see. You kept me up all night thinking about the way you moved, the way you looked. You were blazin’ hot, Ayanna. Do you still have that little outfit you wore?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, if you can,” she said sassily.

“Don’t dare me,” Johnny warned. “I’ve been known to play dirty to get what I want.”

“Don’t threaten me,” she said. “I’m the one with the brownies, remember?”

Johnny held his hands up in supplication. “You win.”

Ayanna turned her head toward the stereo and then looked back at Johnny. “What is that playing? It’s beautiful.”

“That is John Coltrane. The singer is Johnny Hartman. He’s the only vocalist Coltrane ever recorded with. That’s the man I was named for. You like him?”

“I love his voice. It’s like velvet.”

“You can keep that one. I just happened to have it in the car stereo, and I thought you might like it.”

“You’re very thoughtful. Would you like some coffee?”

“Only if I can have another brownie.”

“It’s yours. Come with me.”

Soon they were seated in the kitchen while Ayanna poured cups of fragrant coffee. She was adding cream to hers when Johnny asked her a question.

“Why aren’t you married?”

“You don’t hold back, do you? Whatever comes up comes out with you.” Ayanna picked up her cup to take a sip.

“You’re right. I’m very direct. I don’t know any other way to be. When I want to know something I ask, and I want to know why a gorgeous, talented, kind woman like you is still single.” Johnny tasted his own coffee and made a deep sound of satisfaction. “Let’s add ‘making coffee’ to your list of accomplishments.”

“I was engaged once,” Ayanna said. “I was engaged my senior year of college, and we were going to get married after I finished at the Cordon Bleu.” At his look of surprise, she nodded. “You weren’t so far off when you said I cooked like a pro. I majored in business and minored in culinary arts. I got accepted at the Cordon Bleu in Paris, and I would have gone, but my sister died, and I was guardian to my nephews, so my life went down a different path. You know they say if you want to make God laugh, make plans.”

Johnny sipped his coffee before asking her another question.