The Sweetest Kiss. Candace Shaw
and brother as they walked out to the floor.
While KJ showed his grandfather some of his karate moves, Preston pulled Tiffani to the side, and she prayed he wasn’t back on the topic he had started before the tournament. Ever since she’d told her brother what really had gone on in her marriage, Preston had been furious that she hadn’t confided in him before Keith had died. However, she knew if she would’ve, he and the rest of the Chase men would’ve pummeled Keith. So, instead she acted as if everything was peachy and had only told Megan bits and pieces when she needed to confide in someone.
“I noticed some of the mothers checking you out,” she started before he could even open his mouth.
“Well, you know they can’t help but notice all this fineness,” he teased.
She reached up and ruffled his curly, silky hair. “Geez, you’re so modest. How’s Kay?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know. Not seeing her anymore. Talking to this other chick I met at Phipps Plaza last week.”
“You think it may get serious?” Tiffani wasn’t one of those sisters to nag her big brother about settling down, but he had always talked about having a wife and family one day. However, he wasn’t dating women he would consider marrying.
“Nah...she’s cool, though. And I haven’t forgotten our conversation, sis.” Preston’s expression and tone turned serious.
“What are you talking about?” she asked as if she had no clue.
“The cologne you’re wearing.”
“I’m not wearing cologne. It’s from a perfume sample I was given at the mall and it’s just strong. I’m definitely not going to buy it. You know I prefer light sweet fragrances, and this one is just entirely too much for my pheromones. It only smells good in the bottle.”
Tiffani hated lying to Preston, but she knew how overprotective he was when it came to her dating life. Plus, she wasn’t ready to discuss Broderick with him or anyone else for that matter.
Preston raised an eyebrow followed by a snicker at her long, drawn-out answer.
“Okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I just want you happy,” he said sincerely, kissing her forehead.
She interlocked her arm with his and stared up at her brother as they strolled behind KJ and their father. “Trust me, I am.”
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