Perfect Timing(7)

By: Brenda Jackson

Deciding she had seen enough of women throwing themselves at her husband for one night, Mya took another sip of champagne and walked toward him. Even she had to admit that at twenty-eight and six-feet-four inches of delectable dark meat, Garrett Rivers looked good. After all these years she still enjoyed looking at his well-proportioned body and its masculine yet graceful curves.

The closer Mya got to him the angrier she became. The woman had boldly fondled him again. That was one fondling too many. Mya eased up beside him, on the same side where the woman was standing. Upon seeing her Garrett automatically slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his side and made introductions. “This beautiful lady is my wife, Mya,” he said. “Sweetheart, you do remember these ladies, don’t you? They used to be part of the Cowboys’ cheerleading squad a few years back.”

Mya dutifully smiled at the women. “Yes, I remember them,” she said. “Nice seeing you all again.” She then turned her attention to the woman who had patted Garrett’s backside twice that night. The smile on Mya’s face wavered slightly. The woman was young, probably in her early twenties. Unlike the other women who’d been Dallas cheerleaders in the past, this sistah who’d been introduced as Paige Duvall was too young to be a “has been” and was probably a part of the current squad. “Are you a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader?”

The woman smiled. “Yes, I’ll be joining the squad this season and I’m definitely looking forward to it,” she said throwing Garrett a flirty grin. It bothered Mya when he grinned back. Turning to Garrett, she said, “Do you mind if we leave now? I have an early flight out in the morning and need to pack.”

“Sure. I’m ready to go whenever you are.” He turned his attention back to the ladies. “It was nice seeing you all again.” He then gave the younger woman a warm smile. “Welcome to the team, Paige. The players appreciate the cheerleaders out there on the sidelines cheering for us.”

“The pleasure will be all mine,” she said, her gaze never leaving Garrett’s face. She then forced her gaze from Garrett and looked at Mya and smiled. “It was also nice meeting you, Mya.”

Mya said very little on the ride back to their place. Their three-year-old twin sons, David and Daniel, were spending the night with friends. The boys had been named after their grandfathers. David Rivers was Garrett’s father and Daniel Ross had been hers.

“Okay, let’s have it, Mya. What’s bothering you?” Garrett asked the moment they had entered their home.

“Nothing is bothering me,” she snapped, walking straight to their bedroom. She had promised herself not to bring up what she’d witnessed at the party, making too much of a big deal out of it. She had been with Garrett long enough to know women threw themselves at him all the time and in the past she’d always been able to handle it. But for the first time tonight she had felt threatened. That young bimbo had all but made her intentions clear. She intended to do more than just cheer for the Cowboys on the sidelines. She had her eyes set on one player in particular.

When Garrett entered their bedroom moments later, he found his wife sitting in a recliner chair near the bed. Although she had told him that nothing was bothering her, he knew something was. He leaned back against the doorjamb and stared at her, thinking just how long they had been together. Just how long he had loved her. He had fallen head over heels in love with Mya from the time they had been in junior high school. Mya and football had been the two things that had always dominated his life.

He slowly walked over to her. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling her to her feet. He then sat in the recliner and pulled her down into his lap. “There is something bothering you so let’s talk about it. Remember our promise? There would never be any secrets between us.”

Mya nodded, remembering that promise they had made long ago while still in high school. She took a long breath before saying. “She touched you. I saw her do it. She touched you twice and you seemed to have liked it.”

Garrett didn’t say anything for a moment. He knew who and what Mya was referring to. He had hoped she hadn’t witnessed Paige’s boldness. “Yes, she touched me, honey, but it meant nothing to me. Women have touched me before. You know how bold some of them can get about men they consider super jocks. The most important thing is that I don’t touch back. The reason I didn’t react was because I hadn’t wanted to make a scene. However, had she done it a third time, I would have said something to her about it.”

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