Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,6

chin, the permanently arched eyebrows and the same deep dimples, even without the smile. The only difference was that Zachary was a few shades darker. Please don’t let this be a relative she thought.

“You okay?” Both Shyla and Zachary asked. She looked as if she were in another world or at least trying to figure something out.

She pulled her hand away. “It’s nothing really. You just remind me of someone I once knew.”

“Really? What’s his name? Maybe we’re distant cousins or something. You know how they say everyone has a twin.”

Before Kemah could utter a word a medium built light-skinned woman walked up behind Zackary and placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked up and was less than thrilled at the person it was but smiled anyway. At least they thought she was light skinned until she spoke. She was a white woman built like a black woman which was very rare.

Shyla and Kemah just glanced at one another.

“Zacky, I have been looking all over for you.”

“Zacky?” Kemah and Shyla mouthed at one another.

“Well you’ve found me, Sandy.”

“So I have,” she looked around the table and wasn’t too happy to see a couple of the natives sitting down acquainting themselves with him. “Well aren’t you going to introduce me to your new little friends?” she said like it was impossible for Zackary to have known them before now.

Oh, no she didn’t Kemah thought. She and Shyla looked at one another as if saying, ‘I hope we don’t have to cut this B.I.’

‘I think I can take her,’ Shyla thought, then winked at Kemah. They both burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny? Do I have something between my teeth?” The woman pulled a mirror from her pocket. Talk about vain.

“No, hon,” Kemah said, “you don’t.” She got out of her chair and stood up pressing her dress down with the palms of her hands. “It was an inside joke.”

“I like jokes. Tell me what it was.” They could see that she wasn’t very bright and apparently Zackary liked that or she wouldn’t be holding on to him. She had yet to let go of his arm and he wasn’t doing anything to pull away.

“You wouldn’t get it,” Kemah said. “Anyway,” she put out her hand. “My name is Kemah and this is my best friend, Shyla. Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Shyla too stood and gave a quick handshake as well, not realizing that Zackary was taking in her every move. He could melt into her body. His breath caught in his throat. He could smell the lavender on her body. He didn’t know if it was soap or cologne but it agreed with her. She smelt delicious.

“So how do you know my Zacky?”

“Her Zacky,” thought Shyla. The look she gave him was priceless, not to mention loaded with enough venom to put a kimono dragon out of commission. She turned her back to him. “Men”. This is what they do. They try to get you and have someone already in the wings. He probably never thought this woman would show up like this and yank his player card from him.

“I just met him,” Kemah announced, “but he and my girl here, go way, way back.

“Your girl? Way, way back? What does that mean?” she softly chuckled. “Are you two like lovers or something?”

Zackary jumped up. “Sandy? You can’t ask her something like that. You don’t even know them.”

“But she said she was her girl.” Sandy deliberately played like she didn’t know what they were talking about.

Shyla too, chuckled and shook her head. ‘Lord a mercy,’ she said to herself. ‘Where do these people come from?’

“It means you need to get a clue,” Kemah thought, arching her brow. Kemah was getting a little annoyed, then. Neither she nor Shyla looked gay and the girl damn well knew it. “It means that this is my best friend and she and Zackary have been friends for a very long time. Almost married, yes they were,” she threw in just to get everyone’s juices flowing.

Shyla almost choked on her drink. Zackary pulled away from his companion to tend to Shyla. “Babe, you all right?” he raised her arms above her head. She looked at him like he was crazy. “It helps, trust me.” She allowed his help and the choking did cease.

“Sorry about that. I nearly choked to death,” she said eyeing her friend. Zackary retook his seat next to Sandy.

“Sweetie you should be more careful how you drink those