Page 13 of Just Trust (The Reluctant Heart 2)

Chapter Three

It had been a tearful goodbye to Brenda. Reanna thought for sure she’d have been able to hold it together better than she had. If anything, Brenda was in better shape than Reanna had been. But the deed was done. Her sister was off to make a life for herself. It was good. It was what should have been a long time ago. Yet, it was still sad. She was used to Brenda needing her, and she would run to her rescue. How could she do that when Brenda was more than three thousand miles away?

The tears started again and she quickly brushed them away. If she went into the house with puffy eyes, Bobby would try to console her, and right now, that would only piss her off. She wanted to be alone to let it all out and have a good cry. But as she pulled into her driveway, she noticed another vehicle there. One she didn’t recognize.

If you have a woman in my house, your ass is out the door.

Granted, she and Bobby weren’t together, but this was not his place and she wouldn’t tolerate him disrespecting it. She shut off the engine to her Ford and walked up to the stranger’s car. Peeking inside, she saw lipstick and a brush sitting in the cup holder. Hell no!

Reanna stormed up the stairs, yanked open the door—which was once again unlocked when it shouldn’t be—and yelled. “Bobby!” She might be angry, but she also didn’t want to walk in on them in the middle of having sex, either.

Bobby called from the living room, “In here.”

She tossed her keys on the counter and headed to confront him. When she entered, she saw him on the couch, and a woman with long blonde hair beside him. Not for long.

“Sorry to break this up, but I need to speak to you privately,” she stated firmly.

Bobby nodded, got up, and said, “Excuse me. We’ll be right back.”

I will, but not so sure about you.

Bobby followed her into the kitchen and she shut the door. She had no problem laying into him, but she didn’t want to embarrass the young lady. For all Reanna knew, she might think this was Bobby’s house. He had after all, once upon a time, liked to call himself a ladies’ man. That was the downfall of their marriage. Bobby might not have cheated, but he liked the attention from all the women. Guess he still gets it too.

She turned to face him and growled, “You have a lot of nerve, do you know that?”

Bobby shrugged. “So you have told me before. What for this time?”

“How dare you bring another woman into my house. You’re damn lucky I didn’t send your sorry ass packing last week. I get it. You’re hard up and need a place, but this ends now. I want you and what’s-her-name out of here.”

“But—”

“I don’t want any of your lame-ass excuses either.”

“Reanna, you can’t be serious.”

“I sure as hell am,” she said firmly.

Bobby nodded. “I guess this is what I get for answering the door when your friends come knocking.”

She didn’t have any friends who drove an expensive vehicle like that. Crossing her arms she said, “My friend? Not yours?”

“Hey, I’d like to be her friend, but that diamond on her finger says she probably isn’t looking.”

Reanna still had no idea who had paid her a visit. Standing here wasn’t going to resolve that, either. “You stay here.”

As she went to open the door to leave the room, Bobby asked, “And do what?”

She didn’t even turn around as she snapped, “How about do the dishes for a change?” Then she headed back to the living room, this time catching her breath and trying to calm herself. If this person was here to see her, she might want to be a bit more pleasant. “Hi, sorry to keep you waiting.”

The blonde turned around and smiled. “I should’ve called before stopping in.”

Shanda.A sigh of relief was followed by a quick scan of her living room. She’d avoided this room since Bobby started sleeping in it. She could’ve given him one of the bedrooms upstairs, but she didn’t want him that comfortable, or that close. Thankfully, he didn’t have anything like his underwear lying around. Dirty dishes and take-out containers, on the other hand, were everywhere.

“Don’t mind the mess. I have a…guest who doesn’t seem to know how to pick up after himself.” Which won’t happen again.

“Bobby told me he was staying with you for a while.”

What else did my dear ex have to say?