The Men of CLE-FD updated by Unknown

fell that hard.”
    “I am such a klutz at times.  I was wrapped up in my phone and not looking where I was going,” she said cleaning the wound with a cotton swab.  “At least I don’t do that while I’m driving and crash into people.”
    Seeing Maggie approaching, Orlando coughed.  “Regan, we have company.  You can put your stuff away.”
    “I’m almost done.  All I have to do is spray it and put a bandage on it.”  Her back was facing away from the street traffic as she worked on his arm.
    “Orlando, who is this woman and what in the hell is she doing to you?”
    The raspy voice of a woman stopped Regan from what she was doing.  She turned her body half-way around to see who the interloper was.  She looked up to meet the eyes of a very angry-looking black woman.
    Regan twisted her lips and answered before Orlando had a chance.  “Who I am is none of your business and what does it look like I’m doing?”  She said rolling her head in a circle.
    The dark-skinned woman with big gold hoop earrings wearing a bright yellow mini sundress did not seem pleased by Regan’s answer.  Regan could tell by the way her body was poised and her icy stare; she had riled her.
    The woman was not a typical woman Regan was used to dealing with in her social circles.  And, she would probably get her ass kicked in a heartbeat if she pushed her buttons.  Still, she refused to relent because the woman had hoodlum written on her forehead.  Hell, she wasn’t a suburbanite.  She grew up on the lower east side of Cleveland.  Although she had never fought or been affiliated with gangs, she had seen her share of fights and knew one or two gang members growing up.
    As Regan rose slowly to stand straight, the woman had not changed her hard attitude as air filled her jaws.  Regan licked her lips and stood next to Orlando taking his hand.  Seductively, she nestled her body against him.  Her ample breasts pressed against the muscle of his arm.  “Sweetheart, is this your lovely ex-wife you were telling me about?”
    Orlando spoke lowly from a bent corner of his mouth.  “Wha’cha doing?”
    Regan ran her hand up and down his bare arm purposely irritating the woman whose glare could burn a hole through her soul.  “I’m being nice.  Aren’t you going to introduce me?”  She sang flicking his chin with the tip of a finger.
    “I’d rather not but since you insist, sweetheart; I will,” he said with a fake but convincing look of affection on his face.  “Maggie this is Regan.”
    Maggie grimaced.  “Since when are you dating and where did you meet the bubbly tart—I’m sorry, I mean her?”
    Regan patted his chest feeling those defined ripples against her fingers and remembering what her eyes had feasted on previously.  “Baby, please let me do the honors.”
    He frowned flipping his hand in response to Maggie’s demand.  “I’m not telling her anything.  She has a man to monitor; who you are is none of her business.  Are you ready to eat?  I’m hungry.”
    “Sure, but after breakfast we’re going shopping.”  Regan’s heart raced with the ruse they were putting on.  She didn’t like deceiving people, but this woman didn’t know her and jumped to conclusions about her status with Orlando.
    She wanted to melt on the spot when he removed the designer sunglasses perched atop her head and placed them over her eyes.  “Baby, today I’m all yours.”
    “Mm, then maybe we should skip the minor stuff and go home,” she said making sure to cut her eyes at a seething Maggie.
    *****
    “Hold up!”  Maggie yelled placing her hand in the air.
    Orlando put his arm around Regan’s bare waist waiting to escort her by a riled Maggie.
    The rainbow-colored sleeveless tank exposed a portion of her firm stomach.  The denim shorts showed off her curvy legs.  Instead of heels, she wore wedged strappy sandals.  Her toes were painted the same color as her fingernails—a pale pink.
    If he were dating,