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She looked at me for a moment before grabbing the pillow and smacking me with it.

“Shut up, Stanley. You never know what the hell to say. As a matter of fact, take your ass to sleep.”

She tried to get off me, but I held her in place.

“Stay your ass right here and let me sleep in it then. I haven’t done that in a while.”

She smirked as she relaxed on top of me. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I’ll be back to get you,” Stanley said as we pulled up in front of the brunch spot I was meeting Tavia, Allison, and Maddie at.

Now that was something different.

Since we buried the beef, she’d joined our little sisterhood. Honestly, I think she wanted that all along. These days, it was like beef never happened and I was happy about that.

“I’ll call you when we’re about done.”

“Baby… y’all get to clucking when y’all start sipping on those bottomless mimosas. I’m not looking for you to be ready any time soon.”

“Shut up, Stanley.”

He grinned. “Give me a kiss.”

I leaned over the center console, cupped his chin, and pecked his lips. When I tried to pull away, he shoved his tongue in my mouth and like I always did, I folded. We were going at it hot and heavy before the passenger door was snatched open.

“Girl, get your ass outta this car!” Allison fussed. “You’re going home with this man. You have all the time in the world to suck on his lips.”

Senior kissed his teeth. “You know, I never thought I’d have to categorize you as my hating ass baby mama, Allie.”

“Senior, kiss my ass. You’ve been holding my girl hostage on that damn compound. Let her up for air. Damn.”

I giggled. “Awww, you missed me, Allison.”

She rolled her eyes. “I did. I didn’t peg you for one of those friends that gets a man and forgets her day ones.”

Senior shook his head. “You are so damn dramatic. You just saw her last week.”

“Mind your business, baldy. Come on here, Steph.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out the car. Tavia was waiting by the door. She smiled and waved as I stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Hey Tay,” Senior said.

“Hey, Stanley. Your goddaughter is mad at you.”

“What did I do?”

“She wanted to have lunch with you at her school.”

“She ain’t said nothing.”

“Because she expects you to be a mind reader and just show up.”

He palmed his face. “Okay. I’ll pick her up something and head over there.”

Allison smirked. “Sucker. Bye, Stanley.”

“Bye, Grinch.” His gaze shifted to me, and he blew me a kiss. “My love. Behave yourself, mama.”