Double Trouble by Erosa Knowles

spending a lot more time at the youth center and at the church around the corner. She wasn’t in any hurry to join anyplace yet, but he seemed to like it there. How could she explain the walking contradiction that was her son?
    She shook her head.
    “Okay… but I hope we can discuss this soon, a lot of time has passed and I want to fix that. I don’t want my… our sons thinking we didn't want them,” Donald said in an authoritative voice that flamed the fire in her belly.
    “Did you ever go to law school?” she asked, glancing at him in the rear view mirror.
    His eyes softened as they met hers. Ignoring the tingling in her nipples, she released his gaze and stared straight ahead as she waited for his answer.
    “Yes, I own my own firm. I have three other attorneys working there as well. I am surprised you remembered.”
    Following the GPS instructions, she turned and then snorted. “It was all you talked about, and sports.”
    He nodded with that small grin of his, where his lips curled up just a smidgeon on the corner. “True, but that was a long time ago, I’m surprised you remembered.”
    She shook her head and focused on the traffic, fortunately it was light this time of day. The soft scent of Blaine’s signature fragrance teased her nostrils. She bit back a groan as memories of the times they spent together washed over her. She did not know it then, but the man was a sensualist and she could only imagine how good he would be with his hands and mouth now. He met her brief gaze with a similar grin.
    Damn twins.
    Turning up the music on the jazz station playing on her car radio, she hoped the sounds would soothe her jumpy nerves. Donnie and Blaine… never in a million years could she have imagined they would be riding in her car.
    She frowned. Adam.
    When the boys were small, her godmother chose members of the church for male role models and badmouthed their unknown father the first six years of their lives. By the time they moved to Florida, they'd stopped asking about their other biological parent. When asked about their parentage, her sons claimed one parent as if another immaculate conception had taken place. This turn of events might cause some problems.
    Belinda bit down on her lip, wondering if she should mention that bit of information to the men sitting quietly in her car and decided against it. In fact, she would allow them to form their own relationships with her sons without her involvement. Her feelings over Donnie and Blaine’s recent disclosure were too raw and she had no doubt that as soon as this crisis with Adam passed she would need time and space to deal with it.
    A stream of air rushed from between her lips as the emergency room entrance came into view. Despite the company owner telling Abe that Adam suffered minor bruises, her heart wouldn’t return to normal until she checked him out herself. The three of them strode into the ER, and she headed to the information desk.
    “My son, Adam Moore, was brought here in an ambulance?”
    The woman behind the glass glanced at her and then looked at her monitor. “Adam Moore? How do you spell his last name?”
    Gritting her teeth at the delay, Belinda spelled his entire name, and earned a raised brow from the woman.
    “He is in the back, number 15A. Are you his legal guardian?”
    Mouth agape, Belinda stared at the woman. “I just told you he's my son.”
    The woman nodded. “I understand, but I have to ask that question to make sure you can give and receive information about…” She glanced at the monitor before pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “About Adam. He is a minor and I need you to answer some questions please.”
    “After I see my son, who as you know is a minor. Where is he?”
    The woman blinked and then pointed to the double wooden doors down the corridor. She spoke through pinched lips. “He's in there. Someone will meet you to get his information.”
    Pissed at the delay, Belinda nodded while moving toward the