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“Sure.” I shrugged.

I turned away from the chair and walked toward the warehouse door.

31

Melody

One of the things I bought with his Black card was a new MacBook. Of course, I got clothes and made an appointment with the best OB-GYN in the city.

But I’ve needed a new computer for a while and didn’t want to use my savings for Keenan on one.

While I waited for Aubrey to show up, I typed away at the computer to get all of these ideas out of my head. My phone was face down so that the notifications didn’t distract me. Just as I was about to reach for my tea, Aubrey showed up.

“What are you working on?” she asked as she crept up from behind me. I quickly slammed the laptop down.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Why are you being shady?” she asked as she looked at me skeptically.

“Damn, can you sit down first?” I laughed.

“Excuse me, Miss Presidential Suite. I didn’t realize lunch came with a nondisclosure agreement.”

I laughed as she dropped her bag into the empty chair beside her. She had come straight from the office, but she looked refreshed. She had on black bootcut jeans with a pink silk blouse.

I was wearing a purple silk tank, with a cream knit cardigan and a matching skirt.

I had ordered tea and avocado toast to hold me over before she arrived. But the tea was now cold and I was hungrier than before.

“You look cute,” I complimented.

“You do too. I guess Justice’s apology is going well.” She looked me up and down, eying my Tory Burch boots.

“Yeah, he’s putting his money where his mouth is. You’ve gotta see the hotel suite. It’s so gorgeous,” I gushed.

“I’m happy for you. You deserve this and if that’s the hotel he’s providing, just wait until he buys you a house,” she laughed.

“I can’t live with him until he handles Storie… And Kira,” I replied.

Speak of the devil. My phone vibrated against the table. Justice’s name filled the screen, and I was already standing when I answered.

“Hey.”

“You somewhere you can talk?”

“Give me a second,” I replied.

I mouthed his name to Aubrey before heading outside. The café door caught on my cardigan as I stepped through. I pulled it free and moved past the window, stopping beside the brick wall.

“Okay,” I spoke.

“We stopped for gas on the turnpike. I got the girls in the truck, so I ain’t got long.”

He kept his voice low. I could hear traffic behind him. Something beeped, followed by a dull thump.

“I got Roman.”

My stomach turned so abruptly I pressed my free hand against the wall. I swallowed, looking down at a wet leaf stuck to the sidewalk.