Donna Hill - Tender Loving Passion - Temptation and Lies

One last look around to ensure that she hadn’t left any telltale signs of her clandestine activity and she hurried out.

* * *

“Good morning, Ms. Carol,” Mia greeted her.

Carol Bennett was the matriarch of the Bennett Dry Cleaning family. Mia had been bringing her clothes to them for years. And although there was a more modern cleaner closer to her condo, she preferred the personal touch, and it gave her a sense of pride to support a black-owned business.

“Mia, how are you, sweetheart?” Carol slipped on the glasses held around her neck by a beaded chain.

“I’m fine, Ms. Carol. How is the family?”

“The children—” she shrugged “—they wish they had a different business to inherit. But it’s like I tell them all the time—baby doctors, morticians and cleaners will always have business.”

Mia chuckled. “You are so right.”

Carol held up each garment and jotted them down on the slip. “Okay, one ladies’ suit, two blouses, two dress shirts and two slacks. When do you need them back?” She peered at Mia from above the top of her glasses.

“Hmm. Tomorrow? Can I pick them up around six?”

“Sure.”

“Great. Thanks. I gotta run. Have a good day.” She picked up her purse from the counter.

“You, too, dear.” She gathered the clothes up into a bundle with the intention of putting them in the basket when some change fell out of one of the pockets.

Mia stopped. “I’m sorry. I should have checked the pockets.”

Carol picked up the change from the floor. “A whole sixty-two cents,” she said with a smile. “Not enough to retire on, so you keep it.”

Mia grinned. “Thanks.”

Carol went through each item to check the pockets. “This is yours, too.” She gave her a business card.

Mia took it and stuck it into her tote.

“That’s it,” Carol concluded.

“Good. If anything else turns up, just leave it with the clothes. Bye!” She hurried out. Hopefully, she wouldn’t get caught in traffic. She probably should have left home sooner, but she’d let her quest for answers—or vindication—consume her morning.

Once behind the wheel of her car, she dug her cell phone out of her tote and gave the voice command to call Ashley.

“Hey, Ashley,” she said through the speakerphone. “I’m running behind schedule. Hopefully, I should be there in about forty minutes.”

“No problem. I have everything covered.”

“Any calls?”

“Just one.” Ashley paused. “Michael Burke. He plans to stop by later.”

Mia’s brakes squealed as she nearly rear-ended the driver in front of her. She had about ten seconds to pull herself together before the cars behind her demanded her head on a platter for holding them up.

“Thanks,” she managed, easing her foot off the brake and onto the gas. “Did he say what time?”

“I told him we had an early-afternoon appointment. He said it would be around 2:30. He had some information on the event that he wanted to deliver personally.”

Mia’s heart skipped a beat. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.” She pressed the speakerphone button and disconnected the call.

What could he have to bring that he hadn’t turned over already? Ideally, she wanted to limit her face time with Michael to the bare minimum. Obviously, he had other ideas.

Chapter 12

Michael strolled into his suite of offices, feeling better than he’d felt in months. Since connecting with Mia again, his life seemed to take on a new purpose. He wanted more than the next big contract, a fatter bank account, more houses and more cars than he could live in or drive.

When Mia had left him, he had fallen apart, piece by piece, with the final straw being his divorce. He’d fallen into an abyss of not caring, of only wanting women in his life whom he could control. He drew a macabre pleasure out of getting them to do what he wanted when he wanted. But after five years, he’d grown even more restless. Nothing satisfied him. Not women, clients or money. And then the opportunity to get back in Mia’s life presented itself and the dark world into which he’d descended suddenly grew brighter. He walked down the hallway toward his office.

“Good morning, Michael,” Brenda greeted him, as she stepped out of her office into the corridor.

“Morning.”

She quickly looked right then left. “I thought you were going to call me last night,” she said in a hard whisper.

“Not now, Brenda.”

She flashed him a tight look, her mouth turning into a single line. “Then when?”

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