“Well, seeing as how I’ve already messed it up, you may as well.”
“Actually, you barely made a dent. Your clumsy ass rolled off the pile.”
I frowned at him, jumped up, and jumped back into the pile this time, hitting the middle. I did it repeatedly until I asked, “Are you going to come and join me?”
He sighed, laughed, and then ran toward me. I rolled away just in time for him to jump into the pile. I grabbed a handful of leaves and tossed them in the air. It wasn’t long before Bryson joined me, doing the same thing. We laughed and had so much fun until we heard a truck coming in our direction. We looked up and noticed a man turning red in the face. He shook his fist out of the window and shouted a bunch of curse words at us.
Bryson and I ran as fast and as hard as we could until we hopped inside his car and took off.
Chapter 15
Bryson
SATURDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 11TH
Iwas on the floor by the fireplace readingBlack Law, when Kennedi sashayed into the living room with a single candle. She placed it on the hearth of the fireplace and waltzed back out of the room.
I returned my attention to the book only for the lights to turn off after several seconds. The flame flickered briefly, casting misshapen shadows on the wall while creating a beautiful, romantic, soft light. I glanced up and noticed that she stood in the doorway with the remote in her hand.
“I was reading, baby.”
“I know,” she replied, clicking the remote and filling the room with smooth jazz. Kennedi turned the volume down just a little, set the remote on the table, and walked to me again.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she spread my legs apart and sat between them.
“Reading with you.”
I sighed and dragged my hand down my face. “Does this mean that we won’t be readingBlack Law?” I asked.
She reached up and tugged on my beard. “You’re so smart. That’s why I love you.”
“All right. Hand it over,” I demanded, holding my hand out.
She reached into the pocket of her robe and removed her phone. I watched as she clicked through until she got to her Kindle app.
“What are we reading?” I asked when she placed the phone in my hand.
“Someone Like You.”
“Who’s that by?”
“A new author I’ve been put on to. Her name’s Egypt Cynaé.”
“You want me to go first? You know I might fall asleep reading, so let me get my part out of the way.”
We had started reading together in our earlier years. Sometimes, we read the legal journals and books that belonged to me, and at other times, we read her romance books and fashion magazines.
“You can start.”
“What’s this about?”
“A billionaire who’s seeking marriage counseling to save his marriage, only he ends up falling for and seducing his marriage therapist.”
“Damn. Is she married too?”
“Not anymore.”
“Did the affair cause her to get divorced?”
