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2007 Emma Award – Favorite New Author
2006 Romance in Color Reviewers Choice Award –
Favorite New Author

5 out of 5
Top Shelf Rating
from Urban-Reviews
"Reviewer's
Pick"
Affaire de Coeur Magazine.
Hightower Honors
Four brothers on a mission to protect, serve,
and love...
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Protect and Serve
Kimani Romance, Harlequin
Genre: Contemporary Romance ISBN-10: 0373860757 ISBN -
13: 978-0373860753
July 2008 Format: Paperback
The Law of Attraction
Police detective Jason Hightower is flooded
with memories when Penny Keys comes home to
New Jersey. After fifteen years, he still
wants to understand why she loved, lied to
and left him. And he needs to know before
she disappears from his life again....
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Penny came home for family reasons, not to face her
difficult past... or the man she still loves. But Jason is
determined to have answers, answers that it breaks
her heart to give. And it seems that nothing will
keep Jason from the truth this time. Or, hold him
back from what he wants to protect and serve the
most... their chance for a future together.

new!!
“PROTECT AND SERVE is the first book in the
Hightower Honors series by Gwyneth Bolton. This
sexy, sassy story was fun to read… The Hightowers
are a family of policemen and firemen that is sure
to make for an exciting premise in this series that
will follow the four Hightower brothers.”
~ Tammy, Fallen Angels Reviews, 5 Angels
“Gwyneth Bolton has a style of writing that just
flows on the pages. She is able to bring the
characters to life in her books. PROTECT AND SERVE
had several subplots that added to the dynamics of
the storyline. It will leave you longing to learn
more about the other Hightower men. Ms. Bolton has
done it again!”
~ Tenecia for Urban-Reviews, 5 Stars
Gwyneth Bolton presents with the first installment
of a powerful love series of hunky service men in
Protect and Serve of the Hightower Series… Gwyneth
Bolton has done an extraordinary job at thrilling
her readers with tender romance, unsuspected
suspense and truly unforgettable characters as she
has written a delectable tale with powerful
undercurrents of truths, desires and love.
~ Eleanor Shields, Black Butterfly, Five Flutters
PROTECT AND
SERVE is the first book in Gwyneth Bolton’s
HIGHTOWER HONORS series. There’s no way you can
resist falling for any of the Hightower family -
with the exception of the uppity aunt. They’re a
close knit group with a lot of appeal. It’s so easy
to relate to Penny. She’s made mistakes which she’s
fully aware of and would rather do anything than
admit to the error of her ways. There’s no shortage
of interesting characters to keep readers engrossed
in this story and I’m hoping will see more of
Terrill and Penny’s business partner Maritza in one
of the other books in this series. Their ongoing
verbal battles are just too funny. Joel, Patrick,
and Lawrence Hightower are all extremely different
and honorable so I’m really looking forward to each
of the other brothers stories. Gwyneth Bolton
definitely knows how to make an impact with her
strong storylines and loveable characters.
~ Christine Dionne, Romance Junkies, 5 Blue
Ribbons
Though PROTECT AND SERVE has a well-developed plot,
I did have an issue with some aspects of Penny’s
secret that did not go over well with me; however,
the other plot twists more than made up for that. Of
course, the love scenes were steamy hot and only
added fuel to the fire. The secondary characters
were hilarious. I love the other Hightower brothers
and can’t wait for their stories. I would have loved
to grow up in a neighborhood with some fine brothers
like these. They are policemen and firemen and there
is just something about men in uniform that puts a
smile on my face. You can’t leave out and don’t
forget Carla, Penny’s mother who was a hot mess, but
is so funny and Sophie who is always in the center
of somebody’s business and definitely needs to be
put in her place. Bravo, Ms. Bolton, on a job well
done. PROTECT AND SERVE is definitely a book worth
reading. I can’t wait for MAKE IT HOT, the next
story in the Hightower Brothers series.
~ Keren Childers, Romance In Color, 4+ Stars
Bolton
proves why she is an award-winning author in this
captivating story. She stirs in dangers of the hood,
mixes in a little dysfunctional family spice, and
peppers the story with the breakdown of friendships
which cooks up a sensual love story. The characters
add to the recipe by using strong emotions that will
unveil family secrets that will either tear them
apart or bring them together. As in most African
American families, Big Mama's spirit helps them - to
forgive each other, overcome prideful spirits and
love as families should. Protect and Serve is the
first part in the Hightower Honors series and if
this is any indication of future installments…they
are must haves for any romance lover.
~ Deltareviewer, The Real Page Turners Reviewers,
5 Stars
Protect and Serve is a powerful story about truth
and drama in the ‘hood.' Ms. Bolton captures the
primal essence of the hopelessness prevailing in the
inner city while showing the strengths of family,
spirituality and love that is essential in
overcoming that hopelessness. A truly beautiful love
story that will keep you captivated until the end.
~ Lani Roberts, Affaire de Coeur Magazine. 5
Stars
A well written book with thwarted love and a little
mystery thrown into the mix, PROTECT AND SERVE is a
sensual romance with which to while away a pleasant
afternoon. The romantic tension and sizzle when
Penny and Jason are in the same room make this a
book a romance that readers won’t want to miss.
~ Marilyn Heyman, Romance Reviews Today
Protect and Serve was a real life story that
answered the question of whether home is really
where the heart is. Bolton addressed many issues
that suddenly pop up while preparing for a funeral
and some issues that families simply try to hide and
not discuss. The story was funny, a bit of a mystery
and romantic. Once you meet the Hightower family, I
am sure you will look forward to reading the other
books in the series.
~ Priscilla C. Johnson, APOOO Book Club 4 Stars
Nobody does
enduring romance better than Gwyneth Bolton…You'll
never have to skip a love scene in PROTECT AND
SERVE, providing the Sensual Heat Level is in your
comfort zone as a romance reader. And maybe even if
it isn't… No author writes a better sensual love
scene than Gwyneth Bolton, in my opinion… If you
asked me last week which one was my favorite, I
would have said SWEET SENSATION. Today, I just don't
know. PROTECT AND SERVE is right up there with it.
~ Kimber An, Enduring Romance
Gwyneth Bolton masterfully handles some serious
social issues in Protect and Serve without allowing
them to overpower the romance.
~ Debbie R. Sims, Romantic Times Book Review

The worst
part about funerals was you had to make nice and be
cordial to people you either despised or couldn’t
care less about. There was something about death
that brought out all the clichés: Life is short. You
never know when you’re going to go. Treat each day
like it’s your last. As if coming to face to face
with mortality would make a person want to “get
right” before they had to explain to Saint Peter why
they didn’t do better.
Penny Keys understood all of this in theory. But
with Big Mama gone, she could care less about the
niceties and what she should be doing.
Sophie Hightower embraced Penny as if the woman had
been Big Mama’s closest friend and ran off at the
mouth about how good it was to see Penny again. And
it was all Penny could do not to haul off cussing in
the funeral home and shake up the stayed and calm
wake.
“Thanks, Sophie.” Penny couldn’t bring herself to
fake proclamations of any kind to the old evil
mouthed hateful woman. She could barely register a
smile. Ever since getting the call from her own
mother, Carla, telling her Big Mama had passed away,
Penny hadn’t been fully thinking or feeling. She
functioned. She organized, planned, and took care of
everything. But feeling? That was gone.
Heartbroken, dejected, lost…
Those words didn’t even begin to describe her mood.
They certainly couldn’t cover the large hole that
seemed to stretch on and on in her spirit. She only
remembered feeling this empty one other time in her
life. She had no idea the hollowness in her heart
left over from that loss had any room for expansion.
Yet, there it was growing and threatening to take
her over at any moment if she dared let go of her
tenuous grip on control.
Giving the funeral home another once over, Penny
couldn’t find Carla or anyone else who might save
her from cursing
Sophie out and making a mockery of Big Mama’s wake,
anyone, that is, but the man who caught her gaze
immediately. Jason Hightower.
She also knew the very minute Sophie Hightower
caught the passing glances between Penny and Jason,
because the old woman’s fake smile dried up and her
well wishing facial expression took on a slightly
hard glare. Sophie’s lips twisted up as if she’d
bitten into something bitter and her shoulders
reared back causing her overly large bosom to poke
out even more than the pointy cones already did. The
tall rich-mocha complexioned woman with the
full-figure would have been considered foreboding on
a good day. Once she had her panties in a bunch over
her one of her precious nephews possibly falling
victim to an unworthy-hood-girl like Penny, forget
about it… Attitude overload.
Penny straightened her own back and swallowed. She
felt her hands clenching together at her side. She
resisted the urge to take a scrunchie out of her
purse, put her long sisterlocks in a ponytail, dig
out the Vaseline, and take off her earrings in
preparation.
I will not cause a scene. I will not…
“So, when are you going back to California, Penny?
You know there’s nothing for you here.” Sophie’s
right eye slanted and her lip tilted in a bit of a
snarl.
Get thee behind me Satan. I will not cuss this old
woman out at Big Mama’s wake. I just won’t do it. I
don’t care what you have this old biddy say to me.
As if on cue, Jason came walking over with his
confident swagger and cocky demeanor.
Was it her or did the people in the crowded room of
the funeral home seem to part and make way for Jason
as he zeroed in on her? Penny hadn’t seen him in
fifteen years and didn’t want to face him now. It
didn’t appear she had much choice.
She tried to focus on anything else in the room
besides him and kept her gaze on the metal folding
chairs in the corner, the stack of church fans piled
on the wooden table along with a big white guest
book and carefully folded programs. Even with those
things to gaze at, her eyes still managed to find
Jason’s again.
The dark brown pools full of accusation and allure
would surely be the death of her or, at the very
least, the end of her sanity if she continued to
look into them.
“Hi, Aunt Sophie.” Jason gave his aunt a big hug all
the while keeping his eyes fixed on Penny.
He had changed some from the eighteen-year-old love
of her life. His athletic build appeared stronger,
more substantial, if that were possible. He was
still tall. And his deep mahogany complexion was
still flawless. For some reason however, this grown
up Jason seemed larger than life and his presence
filled the room and left her feeling a barrage of
things she didn’t dare try and label. The dark navy
blue designer suit he wore fit like it was
custom-made for him.
They must be paying police detectives good these
days, Penny thought wryly as she let her eyes roam
Jason’s appealing but also very off-limits body.
She was there to bury Big Mama and that was it. As
much as she despised the meddling Sophie Hightower,
the woman was right. There wasn’t anything there for
Penny, anything or anyone.
“Penny.” The stiff and stilted tone of voice as well
as his clipped manner let her know Jason was only
speaking to be polite and wanted to get it over with
as soon as possible.
Fine with me.
He kept those sexy, daring brown eyes on her though.
The straight and serious line of his mouth made her
long for the days when those lips held only smiles
for her.
Even though she secretly longed to see him smile
just once so she could see if the sight of those
perfect teeth, full lips and the dimple in his right
cheek still had the capability to make her heart
stop, she knew it was a lost cause.
And she didn’t have time for things she couldn’t
change, wrongs she couldn’t correct.
She only needed to bury her grandmother and get out
of town so she could have the nice private breakdown
she had been putting on hold since she got the news.
“Jason.” He wasn’t the only one who could give a one
word greeting. She would have been willing to forgo
speaking at all. She could very well do without the
just under the surface bad feelings threatening to
bubble up and explode.
“Sorry about Big Mama. She’ll be missed. I used to
stop by and check up on her a couple of times during
the week. I never would have thought we’d lose her.
Seemed like she would be here forever.” His eyes
softened a little and just as quickly hardened
again.
Big Mama never told me she was visiting with Jason
twice a week.
But Big Mama wouldn’t have. When Penny called, it
was all about Penny. And Penny was sure when Jason
visited Big
Mama made those moments just for him. That was her
way.
The huge lump taking up residence in her chest since
she had gotten the news of Big Mama’s passing began
to throb.
Big Mama was really gone and there was nothing she
could do about it. The thought of it made her want
to curl up in a corner and just weep until she ran
out of tears.
But there was too much to do now. She could cry when
she went back to Los Angeles. Right now, she needed
to get the wake and the awkward reunion with Jason
and his evil aunt over and done with.
With no time to get choked up, Penny took a deep
breath. Taking another, she relished the calm that
overcame her body.
Sophie cleared her throat and stepped back. “Yes she
will be missed dearly. The Deaconess board at Mt.
Zion won’t be the same without her.”
Giving Penny a quick and cutting glare, she added,
“I’m going to leave you to greet the rest of your
guests dear. Come along, Jason. Penny can’t be rude
and spend all her time talking to us.”
Subtlety had never been Sophie’s strong point.
“You can go ahead, Aunt Sophie. I’ll catch up with
you.” Jason nodded at his aunt and then returned his
intense stare to Penny.
No, you go too. Follow your dear sweet aunt. I can’t
deal with you right now Jason Hightower. Urgh…
Penny inhaled and exhaled.
Remember, calm, girly, calm.
She wondered what kind of visualization technique
she could use to ease her nerves and get her through
the wake and the close proximity of the former love
of her life. The image of Sophie Hightower’s head
being compressed in a metal vice held some appeal.
A bright, gleaming, false smile covered Sophie’s
face just before she cut her eyes at Penny. “Fine.
I’m going to go and find my baby brother.” She
turned to her nephew. “Be sure not to tie up too
much of Penny’s time.” She draped her scarf across
her shoulder and haughtily took off across the room.
Penny watched Sophie waltz away, all the while
mentally crushing the woman’s head until Jason’s
smooth baritone interrupted her concentration.
“It’s good to see you back in spite of the horrible
circumstances, Penny. Too bad you couldn’t have
visited when Big Mama was alive.”
How did his cocky, tell everyone what they need to
be doing personality not bother me all throughout
high school? Oh wait… it did until he made me fall
in love with him…
Penny swallowed. Being home again dredged up enough
of her feelings of guilt. She didn’t need Jason to
remind her of all the reasons why she was a horrible
person.
She knew she should have visited more. During the
time she had been away, she had spoken to Big Mama
five, sometimes six times a week. Penny had flown
her grandmother out to Los Angeles for visits at
least once a year once she had finished school and
could afford the costs. She never neglected the
woman who had raised her.
Penny pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Big
Mama understood better than anyone my reasons for
moving away and staying away. And most important,
she knew I loved her.”
“Are you sure about that? Because from what I could
see that woman missed you and mourned you the entire
time.
And for you to stay away that long shows what a
cruel, heartless, selfish—” Jason took a deep
breath, glared at her and cut himself off.
She knew he was about to say something that couldn’t
be taken back and it wouldn’t be the first time.
The two of you deserve each other, a backstabber and
a slut. I can’t believe I ever trusted either one of
you. The harsh words he had spoken fifteen years ago
echoed in her mind as she took in his handsome
mahogany face. The ruggedly handsome and manly face
glaring at her right now had residual traces of the
anger that had covered his handsome but more boyish
face fifteen years ago.
She braced herself as best she could, given the fact
she had just lost the only person in the world who
understood her and loved her unconditionally. And
the only other person she had ever loved with her
whole being was standing in front of her blasting
her out in a creepily déjà vu manner.
She inhaled and exhaled several times in succession.
“You need to calm down, Jason. This is not the time
or the place.
If you cared about Big Mama as much as you claim you
did, then you wouldn’t disrespect her wake like
this.”
A hand rested on her shoulder and stopped her from
saying more. Praying it wasn’t her mother Carla,
Penny turned around.
Terrill had finally made it.
Penny let out a sigh of relief.
“Everything all right?” Terrill spoke the words to
her but his serious hazel eyes remained fixed on
Jason.
Giving one of her oldest and dearest friends a
heartfelt hug and greeting, Penny felt herself shake
just a little. She had no idea how much longer she
was going to be able to hold-up. But at least with
Terrill there she wouldn’t have to go it alone.
“Everything is fine, Terrill. I’m glad you were able
to make it.”
She had just seen her friend before she left Los
Angeles. So, she knew Jason’s presence was what made
her extra happy to see Terrill. She leaned on
Terrill’s sturdy shoulder and clasped the arm of his
suit jacket.
Terrill smiled at her and winked, his way of letting
her know he was there for her no matter what.
Most of the people in the room were checking Terrill
out. Success seemed to exude off of him like ripples
and those who knew him when he and his mother lived
in a small one-bedroom attic apartment were either
happy for him or jealous. The way eyes darted and
conversations took place behind hands, showed
Terrell had given many of the folks in the room
something to talk about.
In fact, given the history of the three of them, the
room was probably abuzz with gossip.
She was very proud of Terrill because she knew what
it meant for both of them to make it from their
inner-city neighborhood in Paterson to their
positions as movers and shakers in Los Angeles. Not
many people from Warren
Street who attended PS #10 and then Eastside High
School ended up where they were. The two of them
were kids from the hood who’d done well for
themselves.
Shocked by how much she needed someone to lean on in
this moment, she let out another sigh. Shooting a
hesitant glance at Jason, she couldn’t help but
notice the intense anger in his glare.
Whoever said time healed all wounds told a big lie.
It seemed like everyone in the funeral home had
their eyes on the trio. Penny lifted her hand to her
right eye and rubbed it across the tiny scar she had
gotten when she was twelve. Although barely
noticeable now, whenever Penny felt uncomfortable or
put on the spot, her hand found and worried the
small mark. She circled it with her pointer finger
for a minute before she forced herself put her hand
down at her side.
So what if everyone in the funeral home was probably
waiting to see if the three former best friends
would cause a scene? She refused to turn into a ball
of nerves for their entertainment.
As an image consultant, she knew the importance of
appearances. The only thing a person really had any
control over was the image they put forth. The
perceptions of others might have been out of her
hands, but that didn’t mean she had to play to
anyone’s expectations.
“Hey, Jason. How’s it going?” Terrill made an
attempt to reach out to his old friend and met a
harsh stare and a sneer for the trouble. His
warm-honey complexion took on a tint of red when his
former friend snubbed him. He slanted his hazel eyes
and nodded.
“You’re right, Penny. This isn’t the time or the
place.” Jason gave her a once over before walking
away, and didn’t even bother looking at Terrill. “It
wouldn’t even be worth it anyway.”
Her heart stilled and a pain so sharp it could only
be the reopening of an old, barely healed wound
throbbed in her chest. Chancing a glance at Terrill,
she couldn’t help noticing he had been seriously
stung by Jason’s words as well.
The two men hadn’t been able to say a kind word to
one another in fifteen years.
Terrill squeezed her shoulder and she knew he was
trying to let her know he didn’t blame her for
losing his best friend.
His attempt at comfort made the pain even worse.
Looking at them now, no one would be able to tell
people used to jokingly call them the three
musketeers and tease them about being joined at the
hips. They had been best friends since grade school
and the three-way friendship hadn’t changed when
Jason and Penny became high school sweet hearts.
They hadn’t thought anything would be able to come
between them. But they had been wrong.
Jason hated Penny and Terrill now and it was all her
fault. The realization it was too late to correct
the past caused a sharp pain in her chest.
Penny cringed.
If Jason Hightower could still hurt her with his
words in the same way he had when she had left
Paterson, New Jersey years ago, then she had no
business being back there.
As soon as the funeral was over and done with, she
was getting out of there as fast as her feet could
carry her.
***
As Jason walked away, he mentally chided himself for
losing control the way he did. There was something
about seeing Penny again after so much time that
brought back all his emotions about what had
happened when they were seniors in high school and
thought they had had their entire lives in front of
them.
Seeing the man responsible for ruining all his
dreams come up and comfort the woman he would always
see as his did nothing to soothe Jason’s raging
emotions.
Neither of the two people who had betrayed him in
the worst way possible had been home in years.
Terrill had come back more often than Penny, who
hadn’t been home since she left. He had run into
Terrill off and on through the years, but could
never bring himself to speak to the man.
Of the two of them, Jason didn’t know whom he blamed
more.
Thinking of Terrill’s betrayal made the blood run
cold in his body. Numbness came over him when he saw
his former best friend, the man he had thought would
one day stand with him at his wedding. Any emotion
he felt seemed to be layered with ice and he liked
it that way. He didn’t think he would ever thaw out
when it came to Terrill.
And Penny? Well, seeing her in person again for the
first time in fifteen years caused his blood to boil
and his body to run hot.
Anger. Hurt. Attraction?
His conflicting feelings made for jacked up
combination as far as he was concerned.
How could he still be attracted to her?
Seeing the two of them together made him run hot and
cold at the same time and Jason wasn’t comfortable
with the impact their presence had on him.
It didn’t help that Penny still looked gorgeous. The
simple black dress she wore clung to her curves in
ways that brought scandalous thoughts, certainly
thoughts he shouldn’t have been having at a wake, to
his mind. The designer sandals with lots of straps
and stiletto heels did things to her calves that
caused his pulse to quicken.
But none of that compared to what it did to his
heart to see the toasted cinnamon face, bold copper
eyes and beautiful sandy-brown hair all in the form
of a woman whom had grown up to be just as beautiful
as he’d always known she would be. Her hair was
styled in those thin sisterlocks and hung loosely
around her face and down her back. The sandy-brown
sisterlocks had soft blond and bronze highlights
that shimmered and beckoned to him to reach out and
caress them.
“I heard Terrill saw the light and got rid of that
little slut soon after they left town.” Aunt Sophie
snuck up behind him and tilted her head towards the
corner of the crowded funeral home where Terrill sat
with Penny.
Jason didn’t know how he felt about the fact his
aunt had probably seen him watching the couple make
their way to a set of folding chairs in the corner.
He knew for sure he didn’t like his supposedly saved
and sanctified aunt calling
Penny a slut no matter how much the name seemed to
fit.
He had even called her one himself once upon a time.
Now, in spite of how she had hurt him, he regretted
lashing out at her. Years and some distance had him
rethinking everything that happened back then. Maybe
it was his cop’s instincts, or his cold-case
training, but something about those past events
still nagged at him.
“Is that anyway for the president of the Deaconess
Board to talk, Aunt Sophie? I swear, your mouth is
worse than some of the criminals I arrest.” Jason
pinned a disapproving gaze on Sophie in hopes it
would halt her bad talk about Penny.
“I’m just calling it like I see it. I’m just letting
you know your friend Terrill had the sense to let
her go. You should too.
A girl like that is bad news. Just look at her
mama?” Aunt Sophie paused and hissed as she sucked
her teeth in disgust.
“And Doreen, God bless the dead, as hard as she
tried to make sure that Penny didn’t end up like
Carla, look at her.
She threw away the best thing that ever happened to
her and went off to California dancing in music
videos. It’s a wonder Doreen didn’t drop dead from
the shock of it.”
Sophie offered a dramatic pause and threw her head
towards the heavens for effect. “Her daughter
whoring her body for crack cocaine and her
granddaughter whoring her body for God knows what to
the tune of that God-awful rap music. Lord, have
mercy.”
Jason counted to ten before saying a word to his
aunt. The woman meant well; he knew she did. She had
been the one who had comforted him when Penny had
broken his heart.
He also knew as well as anyone Penny had used those
few videos she’d modeled in to help pay for college.
She was a successful businesswoman now who didn’t
trade in on her looks, her still gut-wrenchingly
beautiful looks, to make a living.
He chanced another glance at Penny and found himself
lingering again over her soft cinnamon-toned skin.
She had always been shapely and what had been a
knockout body as a teenager had turned into
to-die-for body in the woman.
Her curves spoke to him from behind her black
wrap-style dress, and he silently reminded himself
they were in a space for mourning, not his
salivating. Captivated, he tried to get past the
in-your-face realization his copper-eyed girl had
turned into a gorgeous woman.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to let his
aunt know what he thought of her snide remarks, he
stopped himself and wondered why he felt so
compelled to stand up for Penny. She had no loyalty
and she certainly didn’t deserve his.
Shaking his head, he walked away from his aunt
instead.
Deciding he needed some air, he walked outside of
Lee’s Funeral Home and took big gulps. Taking in the
vibrant street life happening all around him on Rosa
Parks Boulevard, he had to wonder why he’d bothered
to show up at the wake at all.
Sure he had loved and respected Doreen “Big Mama”
Keys as much as anyone. But he could have just
attended the funeral and paid his respects the next
day, from a distance. As it was he’d now be seeing
Penny two days in a row.
Glancing across the street, he noticed his brothers,
Lawrence, Joel and Patrick exiting their vehicles.
Lawrence stopped to talk to four teenagers hanging
on the corner who immediately hustled to hide away
their dice and cash.
Jason kept his eyes focused on them in case they
gave Lawrence any trouble.
Lawrence, a well-known narcotics detective, actually
worked this part of town, so Jason doubted his
brother would have any trouble. Lawrence saw a lot
more action as a narc than Jason did as a forensics
expert and cold-case detective.
The teenagers cleared the corner and within seconds
Jason’s three older brothers were standing in front
of him.
All three shared the trademark, Hightower good
looks. They were tall, had skin in varying shades of
mahogany, and trademark rugged good looks that had
been known to drive women wild. Joel and Patrick
were both firemen with the Paterson Fire Department.
And he and Lawrence were both detectives with the
Paterson Police Department.
“Hey, lil’ bro.” Joel reached out and gave Jason a
quick hug.
Lawrence and Patrick followed with the same greeting
and they all just stood there.
He could tell they were trying to feel him out and
they wanted to ask if he’d seen Penny yet.
“We came to pay our respects,” Patrick offered
clearly sick of the silence. His older brother
normally had little use for small talk or other
common niceties. He was a shoot from the hip kind of
guy whose brash manner normally didn’t go over well
with the ladies.
“Yeah. That’s good. You should. Big Mama was a great
woman,” Jason responded.
“She here?” Never one to mince words, Joel seldom
bit his tongue. However, he usually tempered his
demeanor with wise cracks and his playboy charm. He
was definitely the lady’s man of the family.
Jason caught Lawrence giving Joel a
why-did-you-bring-that-up look.
“She’s here,” was all Jason could say in response.
“Well it was a long time ago, Jason. You need to
just let it go. You guys were young. You’ve moved
on. She’s moved on. It was the past. Don’t be all
sulky about it fifteen years later. And for Pete’s
sake, don’t cause any drama at the wake.” Joel was
only a couple of years older than Jason. But Jason
swore when it came to getting in his business and
trying to boss him around, Joel had the older
brothers beat.
“Joel is right, Jason. This isn’t the time. And
besides, women are scandalous, anyway. We all know
this. Don’t let her deceit get to you.” Patrick,
still bitter from his own cheating ex-wife and
divorce, wouldn’t give any woman the benefit of the
doubt.
Catching his woman in bed with another man must have
been hard on Patrick. Even five years later he still
hadn’t really gotten past his bitterness.
Jason could sympathize with his older brother in
more ways than he had ever let any of them know. He
had never told his family the full story about his
break up with Penny.
He took a deep breath. After years of distance, he
now suspected the things he was made to believe back
then might have been false. Determined, he knew he
would find out one way or the other, once and for
all.
“I agree. Shake it off, baby bro. Be the bigger
person. Let it go.” Lawrence slanted his left eye
when he spoke as if it would help make his point
more clearly. Lawrence was suspicious of just about
everyone and it probably had a lot to do with the
things he had seen working in the narcotics division
of the police force. But he was a stand-up guy who
always tried to do the right thing. The only problem
was he always encouraged others to do the same.
Since Jason didn’t want to have this conversation
with his brothers, especially not on the front steps
of the funeral home, he just nodded.
His brothers accepted his nod as confirmation Jason
would let it go. But Jason wasn’t certain he really
could. Watching as they entered the funeral home,
Jason let the pep talk his brothers gave him stew
for a moment. Yes, he could be the bigger person and
not confront Penny, but he needed to know a few
things. He still had some burning questions.
Pieces of the puzzle didn’t fit.
Since solving old crimes and mysteries had become
his job, he looked forward to having the chance to
apply his cold-case detective skills to this very
personal area of his life.
He would have to work on his approach if he were
going to solve this case. He hadn’t meant to
approach her with such an attitude. But there was
something about seeing her again. And when Terrill
showed up… well… that had been the last straw.
“This is a tough time for Penny you know. Big Mama
was the only person who had always been there for
her no matter what. She’s taking it hard so you
really need to lay off about the past.”
Terrill! Speak of the devil.
Jason turned to see his former best friend and it
was all he could do to contain himself. He had
already mistakenly showed them he still felt hurt by
their betrayal and he didn’t want to let them see
any more of his vulnerability.
“Shouldn’t you be inside with her then, if she’s so
torn up? Isn’t that what lovers are supposed to do
for one another? Comfort? Console? Why are you out
here talking to me?”
“I’m out here because despite what you think, I want
what’s best for everyone involved. She doesn’t need
the stress.
It’s bad enough she has to deal with Carla and you
know how that can be.” Terrill ran his hand through
his close-cropped naturally curly and sighed. “You
don’t need to be all hung up on a past you barely
understand. There’s a lot you just don’t know,
Jason. If I could tell you without breaking
confidences, I would.”
Jason watched the kids ride their bikes down the
crowded street along with the other hustle and
bustle activities of an urban city on a spring
evening. Paterson’s streets were full of life and
pulsed with energy once the days became warmer and
longer. There might not have been a lot of flowers
in bloom or trees blossoming in the tenement jungle,
but spring was definitely in the air. While
observing the heartbeat of his beloved city, Jason
counted to ten.
It didn’t work.
The fact still remained Terrill was the same
pretty-boy who went off to Los Angeles with Jason’s
girl. He was the same former record company intern
who had made it possible for Jason’s girl to dance
in rap videos, thereby torturing Jason for years
because he could still see her everywhere but she
was no longer his.
If anyone in the world knew how much Jason had loved
Penny, it was Terrill. For those reasons alone,
Terrill’s betrayal was unforgivable.
“Oh! Now, you have morals. Where were they fifteen
years ago when you stole my girl?”
Terrill threw his hands up and shook his head. “I
give up man. I tried but you’re stuck in the past.
You need to let it go.
And like I said, lay off with the guilt trips on
Penny. She doesn’t need that right now.”
Watching Terrill walk away, Jason was almost tempted
to chase him and finish the fight. It was a fight
fifteen years in the making and he was sure they
would have it eventually.
Maybe the wake wasn’t the time and place. But he
would get answers this time, especially from the
woman who’d broken his heart.

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