Forbidden Temptation. Gwynne Forster

gaped at her. “My mother? Never thought about it. She’s my mother; I love her, and I’d do anything on earth for her.”

      “Do you look after her and go to see her?”

      Where was this headed? “I see my parents at least once a week. They don’t need anything, but if they did, I would provide it without being asked. I honor my parents. I’m the oldest child, and I don’t take that responsibility lightly.”

      “In my life, I’ve found that a man who honors his mother, honors all women. I think you’re a good man, and I hope you’ll decide that I can come to work for you.” She thought for a minute. “Just please don’t ask me to cook no chitterlings, Mr. Biggens. I can smell ’em a block away. Awful!” She made a face.

      He squelched a laugh. “Let that be the last thing you worry about. I’ll check these references, and if you’re home around five tomorrow, you’ll hear from me.”

      “If that’s all that’s standing between me and the job, I’ll be seeing you. The folks I work for always love me, and you will, too.”

      Somehow, he didn’t doubt it. Common sense told him to check the references, but unless she got a really bad report, he’d hire her. He’d liked her on sight, and that didn’t happen too often.

      As predicted, her references were impeccable. At five o’clock, he telephoned her. “How soon can you start?”

      The next morning, he told Maggie what he liked and didn’t like to eat, gave her a key, a housekeeping budget, told her what kind of accounting he wanted and went to work. No more breaking the speed limit to get to the deli or the supermarket before it closed. In his first act as owner of his own dealerships, he made plans to partition the showroom and to build an attractive and comfortable room in which to discuss the cars, show videos of them and offer the customers complete comfort while they made up their minds.

      “I’m not going to think about her, and I am not going to need her,” he said as he measured the space in the display room for the furnishings he would need. “I wish to hell I’d never touched her. She’s fire in my blood, and—Oh, hell!” Knowing it was a losing battle, he pitched the yardstick across the room.

      Ruby hadn’t planned to go to the office that morning. She had appointments with the owner of a small knitting company and, later, with the manager of a florist shop. She’d spent the previous evening brushing up on the wholesale florist business, especially on the amount of waste a florist could absorb and still make a reasonable profit. She answered her ringing cell phone as she got into her car.

      “Marva’s sick, and it’s serious.” The receptionist at work didn’t waste time with small talk. “You’d better come in. Several items on her desk require urgent attention.”

      She cancelled her appointments, then headed to the office with the feeling that her life was about to change. And indeed it was: Marva Wright, the CEO, was hospitalized with a stroke.

      For the first time in her memory, she worked all morning without coffee or a Danish. A stack of problems faced her, problems with which she had no experience, and each time she reached for the phone to call Luther and share her joy about the solution she implemented, she nearly wept. She knew she could do the job, but being unable to share her ideas with Luther, to boast about the smart things she did and to laugh with him about the silly things she contemplated doing hurt badly. The misery of it lodged in the pit of her stomach like a painful sore.

      She answered the phone and heard Paige’s voice. “Say, girl, how about being one of my bridesmaids?”

      “What? Girl, you get outta here! When? I want details.” Paige had been dating Lyman Epse for a while, but she’d never let on that she and the Detroit Chargers forward were that serious.

      Paige chuckled. “Last night. I’m looking at this great big diamond on my finger right this minute.”

      “You go, girl. Sure I’ll be a bridesmaid.”

      “You don’t have much time. Lyman gave me all the money I need to pull the wedding off. He’s on the road so much, he’s left it all up to me. He’s going to Europe in February to play on some kind of a goodwill tour, so he wants us to get married before he leaves, and he’ll take me with him. Can you be at Jane’s Bridal Salon in Dearborn at five-thirty this evening?”

      “Sure thing.” Ruby hung up and slumped in her chair, feeling as if all the air had been sucked out of her. Paige was her favorite cousin, and Ruby was happy for her. But she couldn’t suppress the feeling that it would never happen to her, that she would grow old without Luther. Oh, he’d come whenever she called, but that would be the end of it. It wasn’t enough.

      She pulled herself up and resumed the task of stepping in as CEO of Everyday Opportunities, Inc.

      “Your sister Opal is on line one, Ms. Lockhart,” came a voice through the intercom.

      She wasn’t used to having a secretary answer her phone. She picked it up. “Hi.”

      “I won’t keep you,” Opal said. “I was wondering if you knew Luther bought out his family and is now sole owner of Biggens Ford Family Cars.”

      “What? When did that happen?” I need one more shock today. Just one more.

      “In the last few days, I guess. D’marcus was talking to him, and you know Luther. He never makes a big deal out of anything. He told D’marcus that he couldn’t meet him for lunch because he’d just undertaken a big job and had to do a lot of the work himself. Turned out he’s renovating his showrooms. My husband had to squeeze it out of him that he’s now the sole owner. I knew you’d want to know, so you could call and congratulate him.”

      “I will, as soon as I can. Marva had a stroke this morning, and I’m acting as CEO, plus doing my own work. All I want to do right now is keel over in bed and sleep.” Ruby wasted no time; she said goodbye to her sister.

      With her left hand holding the receiver in the air and her right hand poised above the cradle ready to dial, she wondered whether Luther would welcome her call. She didn’t handle slights well at best, and since she wasn’t accustomed to getting them from Luther, maybe she shouldn’t call him. She hung up and the phone rang.

      “Remember me—Trevor Johns?” the voice said. “I was wondering if you got over being mad at me and whether we can see the town tonight.”

      When she could close her mouth, she said, “Of course I remember you, Trevor. I was never mad at you, but I do remember well why I decided that you and I mix like oil and water. Let’s forget about dating.”

      “Well ’scuse me, babe. I don’t need no chick with her ass on her shoulder.”

      “Really?” she said. “I’m sure you’ll find what you need if you head straight for a dark alley in the nearest slum district. Bye.” She hung up, and in her mind’s eye she saw his frustration at her comment; Trevor Johns liked to dominate a woman, and he liked to have his way. If he were only like Luther, gentle, sweet and…

      Without thinking about it, she dialed Luther’s cell phone number. “Hi, Luther. This is Ruby.”

      After a few seconds, during which time she knew he was dealing with the surprise, he said, “Hi.”

      “Opal told me you’re now sole owner of Biggens Ford Family Cars. I called to congratulate you.”

      “Thanks.” The silence that followed was tantamount to his splashing ice water on her.

      She tried again. “Why don’t you come over this evening, and I’ll fix you dinner and we’ll celebrate. It’s an important milestone in your life.” She hadn’t meant to say any such thing, but…well, so be it.

      “That’s nice of you, Ruby, but I just hired a housekeeper, and she’ll have dinner ready for me when I get home.”

      What the heck! He didn’t offer an alternative and she didn’t want another