A Short Clip From The Reunion. Coming In A Few Weeks!

Harrison watched Fiona as she bounced her crossed leg. She had that suspect look plastered across her face. Finally, she said, “I don’t believe you. You may make my sister’s heart go pity-pat, but I know your type, dude.”

He finished the drink and took in a deep breath. “Why don’t you believe me? What do I have to do to convince you that I'm not using deceptive tactics?”

“That will be up to you to figure out how to convince me you're not a creep stalking my sister. But, I’ll gladly give you two reasons why I don’t believe you.  You accepted a position where she works, and your deceased wife, who was a sistah, resembled her.  Wouldn’t that raise red flags if the shoe were on your foot?”

He nodded. “I can’t negate those facts.  However, I 

have one for you to ponder over.  Did you consider that I married my wife because of Kennedy?”

She furrowed her brows and asked, “Did you?”

He grinned. “Now it’s my turn to run down the facts before Kennedy joins us and you have to make an excuse to leave us alone tonight.”

“If the fact stands up to my satisfaction, I will have no problem leaving you two alone,” she said rolling her neck.

 “Okay—here they are.”  He spoke quickly and in a low tone so his voice wouldn’t carry any further than the living room.  “I was madly in love with Kennedy. My heart broke when she moved back to Cleveland and we lost touch.  I tried to track her down.  I even checked to see if she used that dreadful social media crap. Apparently, I’m not the only one who doesn’t use Facebook, Twitter or Instagram to log my life adventures.  With that last ditch effort under my belt, I was left with no choice but drop the search even though I couldn’t get her off my mind.  I got lonely and I knew that if I didn’t make some changes to myself, I would be alone forever.  During my transition, I met Calli, fell in love—boom—end of story.”

Fiona clapped her hands bouncing in the chair. “You go boy! I like your approach, but I’m still not convinced you’re up to something!” She sat forward in the chair and deepened her voice. “How this is coming together is not just by coincidence.”

“I assure you it is.  It could only be fate that I was headhunted for the position at Cyptec.  And when I learned she worked there; that, sweetheart, was the bonus that persuaded me sign on the dotted line.”

His honesty was wearing Fiona down---he could see it. All he had to do was reel her in to end her suspicions. If he could get her assistance in luring Kennedy to him, he would forever be in her debt.

She rolled her eyes at him hard. “Don’t mess with my sister.  She may be older and smarter, but I’m hell on wheels when it comes to her.  And don’t underestimate Kennedy either.  She’s tougher than she looks.”

Harrison smiled, revealing a straight set of white teeth.  “I would never mess with her head.  Actually, we could both benefit if you’d help me, Fiona.”

“Why would I want to do that?” she asked in a distrustful voice.

He sat up on the sofa and looked around to make sure Kennedy wasn’t in the hallway.  “Your sister is fighting me.  I know she is as attracted to me as I am to her.  Fiona, can you nudge her in my direction?  I’m begging you and will pay whatever price you ask.  I have plenty of money,” he added.

Fiona cocked her head to one side.  “Do I look like I would sell my sister to the devil for a dollar?”

He slapped his hand on her forehead. “That was a bad choice of words.  Can’t you see how much I want her in my life?  I’m willing to make a fool of myself.”

“Yeah, and not to mention you’re trying to con a street-smart chick.”