Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,7

things. You were probably drinking too fast.

“Zacky has never mentioned a Shy, Shy…what?”

“Shyla,” she pronounced.

“Okay, yeah.” She turned to Zackary dismissing both Kemah and Shyla, or so she thought. “How long ago was this? Before we met?”

“Duh! Friends, getting married-” Shyla kicked her friend under the table.

“Umm, Sandy, Kemah was just-”

“So, Sandra, was it?” Kemah said to get her attention.

“That’s Sandy,” she said, through clamped down teeth her tone a bit uptight and her nose flaring midair.

“Whatever.” Kemah waved her hand around. “How do you know Shyla’s little Zackary?” Shyla looked over at her friend and then at Zackary. She turned her head toward the water and just shook it.

“We met one day and we’ve been together ever since. Haven’t we Zacky?”

Shyla nearly choked again. Now, although she was saddened by those words she had just heard, Shyla tried not to be noticeable but at least two of the three saw her reaction. One was Kemah, the other Zackary, but he wasn’t about to let those word be misinterpreted.

“What Sandy means,” he pulled out of her clutches, “is that we’ve become good friend and we have mutual friends that spend a lot of time together. Shyla wouldn’t look up at him.

“We all came together at separate times, in separate vehicles.” He tried to explain. “There’s one other gentleman, two women and the guy hosting the week’s festivities. We’re just friends.”

Sandy ignored that last comment. “So Kemah and Shyla, what kind of names are those?” She pointed at Kemah. “Are you named after that cute little white lion from the old school cartoon?”

“Oh shit, Kemah?” Shyla saw the unpleasant look on her friends face.

“No, Shy. I got this.” She waved her off then pointed to the new comer.

“Look-”

“Sandy.” Zackary turned to her quickly, to defuse what was to come. He also saw that Kemah was all fired up, “That’s Kimba, The White Lion,” Zackary stated. “Kemah is a beautiful African Queen’s name. It matches her personality.” He winked at Kemah and she smiled.

“Oh, how…how silly of me,” Sandy said throwing her hand over her heart. “Kimba your name is cute.” Another deliberate misunderstanding.

“Zack,” someone yelled from across the room. Everyone turned to see who it was.

“Those are our friends!” Sandy waved. “We better get a move on,” she couldn’t get away fast enough. She was sure Kemah wanted to kick her ass.

“Yeah I guess we should.” He sounded less than thrilled.

“Well it was nice meeting you both,” she said to Kemah and Shyla with sarcasm and a bitter sweet smile on her face. She placed her hand in Zackary’s and began to pull him along. He didn’t want Shyla to think that anything was going on with him and Sandy, but what could he say that wouldn’t hurt his friend’s feelings. He would explain things to Shyla later.

Finally Shyla lifted her head. She could see the wanting and desire that swam in Zackary’s eyes. She almost thought her heart would stop beating, but he was with another woman, holding her hand. Didn’t that mean anything to him?

“Shyla,” he grabbed her hand in his free one then whispered. “I really hope we can spend some time together before our vacations are over.” She could only half smile. To say something would only make her look like a bigger idiot. He turned and shook Kemah’s hand as well. “Nice meeting you, Kemah, and you do have a very beautiful name.”

“Thanks! It was nice meeting you too. You too, Sandra,” she said as an afterthought.

“Sandy,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Kimba, Sandra, it’s all the same. Have a good time.”

“You two do the same.” With that they strolled away, hand in hand.

“Well, that was very interesting.

“Yes, very.”

Shyla wasn’t speaking for now and Kemah wouldn’t pry, not just yet anyway. But eventually Shyla would give up the 411 on Mr. Zackary Trellis. Damn she never did get a chance to find out if he was related to her ex. She hoped he wasn’t. The last thing she wanted to do was run into him after all these years.

Chapter Three

“Shyla, why are you so uptight?”

“I’m not. What are you talking about?”

“Yes you are. We’ve been here for three days already and you have yet to have fun. Is it because of Zackary? Fine ass, Zackary.” Kemah licked her lips.

“No!” she said all too suddenly. “Why would you say that? He’s where he wants to be and whom he wants to be with.”

“And that’s eating you up inside. Admit it,” she pointed.

“I will not. And stop licking your