Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“Good, I guess.” Kansas toyed with the tassels on the pillow beside her.

“What’s wrong? You sound odd?”

“Jett’s been cooking up some sort of surprise, and I’m really worried.”

“Is that all?” Mya laughed. “You are so paranoid! Most people would say that makes Jett a stellar catch.”

“I know. I’m awful.” She covered her face with her hand.

“No, you’re just a journalist. Being left in the dark doesn’t sit well with you. It’s pretty much the antithesis of your job. ”

“I just feel like the bottom is going to drop out from beneath me at any minute. He’s too perfect.”

“Stop it. He’s exactly what you deserve. You have to stop expecting things to not work out. That’s your bitch of a mother talking.”

“You’re right, and I’m trying. I really am.” Kansas nodded her head.

“I know you are, sweetheart. Just hang in there.”

She heard people talking in the distance.

“Mya?”

“Sorry, the shop is picking up today. Can I call you back?”

“Of course, thanks for listening.”

“Always, love you, girl. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you, too.”

Thank God for Mya. Her stomach rumbled. “Mommy hears you loud and clear.” She rubbed her belly and went to the kitchen.

When the door opened an hour later she peered up from the couch and got hit with a cast of insta–lust. Jett stood in the frame in a charcoal-colored suit, white button-up, and a black bowtie.

“You look edible … and I’m under-dressed.” Her faded blue jeans and white tank top weren’t going to cut it, wherever he was taking her.

“You look gorgeous.” A cocky swagger altered his stride he came toward her. “All you need to do is bring yourself.” Bending down, he kissed her, moving away before she could deepen it.

“Hey, I wasn’t done.” She pouted.

“We’re on a time constraint, Sas.”

“Hmph. I know you’ve been working hard on whatever it is you have planned, so I’ll play by your rules … this time.”

“Trust me, you won’t regret it.” He kissed her hand, tugged her to her feet and tucked her hand in his elbow. “Your chariot awaits.”

Guiding her outside like a date for the prom he walked her to the car, opened the door and helped her inside. There was something almost solemn in his serious countenance. Studying his face as he slipped into the driver’s seat she ran through a list of places he could be taking her. When none matched she broke down.

“Are you going to give me a hint?”

“Funny you should ask that. Look inside the glove compartment.”

“Okay

?” Wrinkling her brow, she opened the door. The deep blue, velvet box that greeted her made her heart pound.

“Jett?”