Song of Solomon

Song Of Solomon



Standing in the doorway was a child dressed in Kingdom Builders Academy’s signature blue-and-grey uniform, and an unidentified woman who nearly made Neil swallow his dissolving breath mint.

Neil’s eyes locked onto the attractive, spruce lady, and against his will, they started at the bottom and scanned her petite, yet exceptional form. Her leather pumps bled the same red of her tapered skirt suit. Her legs flaunted sculpted calves. Hair that was braided so neatly that it looked as though it could have been styled just before she arrived at his doorway cascaded past her shoulders. Her skin tone was like Hershey’s Kisses....

It was a face that was oddly familiar, and Neil found himself thumbing through his long term memory bank for clues of where their paths had crossed. She as too young to be a former schoolmate, but probably too old to be one of the little ones that his mother used to babysit in their home. He hoped beyond hope that their former meeting-whenever and wherever it was-had been a pleasant one.

Her physical appearance stirred something inside Neil, but the sparkle from an impressive wedding set on her left hand drew an imaginary line that hindered his mind from crossing into impermissible territory.

Song of Solomon Copyright © 2010 Teresa McClain-Watson All rights reserved. Reprinted by arrangement with Urban Books, LLC c/o Kensington Pub. Corp.