Free A Special Summer (Love Conquers All) by Victoria Wells Page B

go to church with me on Sunday?” The answer was always, “I’m not ready for that yet,” which was always followed up with a suggestion to go to a jazz brunch, an afternoon game to see the Sixers or to play a couple sets of racquetball. Initially she tried to resist but the Jones for her drug was too strong, too overpowering.
    “Summer?”
    The baritone sound of her name snapped her back to the present.
    “Huh?”
    Nick handed her a tee shirt. “Here, put this on.”
    Summer’s hands fumbled nearly dropping the tee shirt as Nick brushed pass her into the walk-in closet to grab a pair of jeans before he left the room.
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    Nick snatched the cordless phone out its base on the kitchen wall.
    The pickup came on the second ring.
    “What’s up man?”
    “What up with you? You’re the one who called me,” Kevin chortled.
    Letting out a deep breath deciding to jump straight into it he said, “Summer’s here.” Nick paced the floor and waited for Kevin’s response. He always had something to say.
    “Where?”
    “Here…with me.”
    “Get the hell out of here!”
    “Wish I could but I can’t.” Ending his pacing, Nick leaned against the sink.
    “Man, what is she doing at your place?”
    “She came down to my office to bring the paternity consent.”
    Deep. Summer actually signed it, poor girl. What is up with my man? Kevin talked to him until he had a migraine and was blue in the face. He’d told Nick to wait until he simmered down a bit before he presented Summer with the document. But as usual, when Nick had his mind set on something, he had the tenacity of a bulldog.
    “Man…you made that girl come downtown… eight months pregnant… on public transportation… to bring you a piece of paper?”
    Nick cringed at his best friend’s accusing tone. “I know man, I know…I was wrong.” A hint of regret laced his voice.
    “Wrong for what, Nick, making her come downtown in a blizzard? Or making her sign that damn paper?”
    Nick’s tone was tight as he clipped out every word. “For making her come downtown. You know how I feel about the paternity thing man. So don’t even go there.”
    He’s a lost cause. Changing the subject, Kevin wanted to know, “So how is Summer? Can I talk to her?”
    Dragging his hand down his face, Kevin was pushing it as usual. “Man, she’s driving me crazy. And no, you can’t talk to her.”
    “Driving you crazy?” There was an air of amusement in Kevin’s voice. Nick was a trip. He was the one who insisted the poor girl come to his office with the threat of a snowstorm. Serves him right, Kevin thought.
    “Man, I’m so confused. She looks so pitiful. I want to take her in my arms one minute and tell her everything’s going to be okay. But then I look at her big belly and get pissed off all over again. I don’t know if I can take having her here…so close.”
    “Well you should’ve thought about that before you made her come out knowing a damn storm was coming. If you had, Summer would be home and you’d be alone.”
    “Yeah, I hear you man. To make matters worse every time I say something to her she jumps like a spooked cat.”
    Grunting into the phone, Kevin warned, “Stop acting like a damned beast and maybe the poor girl will relax some. You need to chill and lightening up a bit.”
    As much as he wanted to cuss Kevin out, he refrained himself. He knew he meant well. But Kevin would never understand how much this thing with Summer was affecting him. At least not until something like this happened to him. The way Kevin chased skirts he’d have a heart attack if one of those skirts told him he was about to get caught up in some baby momma drama.
    “Listen, Kevin, man I need to go.”
    “A’ight man. I’ll check you later.
    “Later.”
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
    Slowly Summer stripped out of her clothes. She took her time to remove every piece. The longer she took, the longer she delayed seeing him. She pulled on the oversized tee shirt then