A Chance with You. Yahrah St. John

at this point, this is all purely conjecture. You need to take the test.”

      “I’ll give it some thought,” Spencer said and quickly hung up the phone. But he was going to do more than give it some thought. He was going to find Raina Martin and give her a piece of his mind for her deceptive ways. Allyson had given him Raina’s business card and he was about the pay the lady a visit.

      She may not be a gold digger, but she wasn’t a saint, either. Why else would she have catered the very same party he was attending? There was more to the story and he intended to find out what.

      * * *

      “I think we have some really good ideas for the Hudsons’ dinner party in South Beach,” Raina told Summer as they sat down at the kitchen counter, writing out the menu for their next event later in the week.

      “Yeah, yeah,” Summer said. “So when are we finally going to talk about what’s really on your mind?”

      “What do you mean?” Raina’s brow furrowed.

      “Spencer Davis ring a bell?”

      Raina rolled her eyes upward. “Do we have to?” She was doing her best to avoid thinking about the sexy former basketball star. But he’d never been far from her thoughts. The other night, she’d had an erotic dream about making love to him. Raina knew a man like Spencer would know how to please a woman until her toes curled.

      “Yes, we do,” Summer said, swinging her bar stool closer to Raina until she was inches away. “You can’t deny how affected you were. I haven’t seen you blush like that ever. You were a nervous wreck.”

      “That’s the problem,” Raina replied. “It should have never happened. I should have kept my distance.”

      “How would we know he’d be at a charity event for Parkinson’s Research?”

      “I doubt he’ll see it like that. He’ll probably think I had an ulterior motive.”

      “For what? To meet the man that might be your niece’s father. Oh, the horror!” Summer grasped her chest in mock terror. “You didn’t do anything wrong. And if I recall, he kept coming back for more of your decadent delights.”

      Raina laughed at the innuendo. “Well, our food is the best!” She smiled at her best friend. “But right now he’s getting served by my attorney, so I doubt he’ll want to get to know me any further.”

      “I wouldn’t say that,” a masculine voice said from behind Raina. “In fact I’d like to know exactly why you think I’m your niece’s father.”

      Raina’s breath hitched and her skin colored to crimson. She looked to her best friend with pleading eyes, but Summer’s eyes were large with alarm and she just shrugged her shoulders.

      Reluctantly, Raina spun around on her stool to face Spencer Davis.