Page 14 of Cupid Calling
“Great, good, fantastic. Are we done with the therapy session?” Obioma said with a roll of his eyes. “Can we please get back to Ameri fucking Shae?”
“Language.”
Obiora grinned, shoving his discomfort to the side and grasping at the subject change like a drowning man grasping at straws. “I know, right?”
“Is it going to be like speed dating or?”
“Heard of The Bachelorette?”
“No way.”
Obiora preened. Then again, Obioma was easily impressed, but he didn’t let that stop him.
“Speaking of Ameri Shae, did you catch up on the last episode of Scandalous?”
They ended up chilling at the pub for another hour, before Obinna had to cut their outing short. Caroline, his wife, didn’t like him coming home late. Anita, Obioma’s wife, usually worked late hours—she was a nurse—so Obiora guessed she had a night shift.
They headed off the main road and back into the residential area toward their parents’ house, since Obinna’s car was parked there.
“Shall I drive you both to yours? I don’t mind.”
“Nah, I’ll take a cab.”
Obioma was on his phone. “I’m meeting Anita in town, so I’ll take a cab as well.”
“Right.”
Obinna turned to look at him as they stopped by his car. “Even if you’re doing this for the vacation time, maybe keep an open mind?” His eyes twinkled.
“Please stop.” Obiora groaned.
Obioma looked up from his phone, a slow, playful grin spreading across his face. “Yeah,” he drawled. “It didn’t even hit me—this is going to be like The Bachelorette! You’ll be competing for one gorgeous woman’s heart—you should absolutely go for it!”
“Not going to happen. Goodnight.” Obiora began to walk away.
“Aw, Obiora, come on!” Obioma called after him. “Think about it! Mummy and daddy would—”
“Obioma.” Their eldest brother’s voice was sharp. “Leave it.”
Obioma sighed. “Fine, whatever. Just … Obiora?”
Despite himself, he stopped and looked back.
“Keep your heart open?”
Obiora made sure they saw him roll his eyes. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” his brothers echoed, sounding amused.
As Obiora made his way to the main road, it was easy for him to ignore the rapid, almost excited pounding of his heart—an excitement of the possibility of falling in love with someone new—because it didn’t mean shit. He’d tried to move on from Ada with Nicholas, and look how that had ended.
Nah, he was done denying his heart belonged to anyone but her.
And even if he were looking for love, the last place he’d look would be on a fucking reality dating show.
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