Free The Best Thing Yet by McKenna Jeffries and Aliyah Burke

Take in the sights instead of thinking of work,” Jorge said.
    “Rissa, you’re a traitor. You know how he nags,” Tim called.
    “Yeah, yeah. You need it.” Arissa waved her hand over her head not breaking stride.
    Jackson was laughing as Jorge continued to bitch. She and Jackson had gratefully accepted their offer to help them move. Between them splitting the drive time they hadn’t been too tired. Jorge had insisted that they’d made some stops along the way and act like tourists. Being fond of the older man, they had all agreed and had had a great time. As they’d got closer to McKingley, Arissa had become more anxious to get home than taking in the sights. She stopped just before the house and inhaled deeply. The familiar scents filled her nose.
    “Rissa,” a melodious voice said.
    She smiled and rushed to the woman running towards her out of the house. The woman hugged her tightly. Arissa leaned away, looking up into her face. She studied Deyon De’clare. The familiar teasing grin was on her lush lips and her captivating face enhanced her curly lashed, light grey eyes. As usual, Deyon was dressed stylishly. Her burgundy and pale yellow shirt sloped off one shoulder, highlighting her rich caramel skin.
    Arissa released her to take in the rest of her ensemble. She realised that the outfit was actually a pants suit. The shorts matched the top and stopped just above her smooth legs. Stylish red, high-heeled sandals finished the look. Arissa made a twirling motion with her finger. Deyon turned around in a slow model spin, making sure Arissa got a good look. Once facing her again, Deyon struck a pose, lowering her head making her wild kinky hair frame her face enticingly.
    “Now strut,” Jackson said.
    Deyon raised her head then strutted her stuff. Arissa stood back and watched the walk that had made Deyon the most recognised full-figured super model in the world. The walk was graceful, powerful and all out sensual. Deyon had used her talent and success to create a fashion line then a boutique that catered to full-figure women. Deyon’s home base was in McKingley, however she travelled for various fashion shows and events. She was in high demand. Deyon reached Jackson then put her hands on her hips and moved from side to side.
    “Is that what you meant, Jackie?”
    “Exactly, divalicious,” Jackson teased.
    “I’m so glad you’re moving here, studly.” Deyon laughed delightedly.
    “Me too.” They hugged.
    “Can we keep her, Tim?” Jorge asked.
    Deyon pulled away from Jackson. “You must be Jorge. It is great to put a face to the voice.” Deyon hugged Jorge.
    She glanced at Tim and cocked her hip. “What, no hug after harassing me so many months?”
    “You’re the one who was harassing me.” Tim laughed then hugged her, lifting her off her feet.
    “Oh you’re strong. Nice. I have so many great buildings to show you. But no working. Maybe you’ll move here too,” Deyon said.
    Arissa grimaced, recognising the tone. It was the one Deyon had used when she had been working on getting Jackson and her to move here. She walked over to them.
    “You might as well give in and move. She is relentless,” Arissa said.
    “I like the weather here. I’d love it,” Jorge said.
    “Hush, you. Go unload the truck,” Tim said.
    “See how he treats me? I should stay here with you and Jackson.” Jorge linked his arms with Arissa’s.
    “You know you’ll miss him. And he needs you,” she whispered.
    “He does,” Jorge said.
    Arissa went with him to the back of the U-Haul he had been driving. They opened it then Jorge reached for a box.
    “Not that one.” Tim growled.
    He stopped Jorge from taking out a heavy box handing him some cushions instead.
    “I can damn well lift a box. I’m not that old!” Jorge roared.
    “You won’t hurt yourself.” Tim’s tone was impeccable.
    Arissa stifled a laugh. It was the same argument they had when they loaded the truck back in Chicago.
    “Don’t think I