“Fine, it doesn't but…”
“But what?”
“I doubt, he’s my type nor I his type.”
Let me get this straight: angular features, strong jawline, dark hair with sexy brown eyes, tall, fit and soft hands isn’t your type. And let’s not forget well dressed and that classic fresh scent with a hint of spicy that tantalized our senses.”
“How did you notice all that?”
I didn’t, you did.
Okay, then be quiet. I need my head in the game and I’m off sex for the next couple of months.
In case you didn’t know, we are slowly becoming dry land.
Good.
“We are here,” Wes says, pulling to a stop.
“Thank you,” I say, opening the door.
“Any chance you and I can talk later?” he asks.
“About?” I say, already getting out of the car and my defense is rising as well.
“Us.”
My irritation is instant. His attitude and mannerism makes my skin crawl.
“There’s nous,” I say, closing the door and walking briskly into the building. Sean, the security guy, buzzes me in. I’m glad he’s not chatty today because, I’m not in the mood as well. My ride up to the music studio is quiet.
“That Wes guy isn’t giving up,”my good angel says.
“He needs to look elsewhere. I don’t like him, and he thinks asking me repeatedly is going to change my mind.”
“Could he?”
“Could he what?”
“Could he be the someone we think is following us?” My mind pauses for a moment, but I don’t get that gut fear around him, just irritation.
“Much as I don’t like him, I don’t think it’s him.”
I use my access card to enter the studio and find my friends. Jordan, the now mega star whose stage name is Cole A, and Andrea, his girlfriend, who has told me she and I are now best friends. I love her for her sometimes too blunt truthfulness and genuine friendship. Every time I see her, I think she’s Jill Scott, without the voice but with the wide smile and energy.
“MAK, you made it,” she shouts like I just came back from a trip, and we didn’t have dinner together last night.
“I did, not like someone was giving me a chance to say no.”
“Very funny,” Jordan says. He’s the epitome of tall dark and handsome or, as Nkem, my bestie, would say, tall, chocolate and delightful. And his voice is amazing, he’s truly blessed.
“Come on, MAK. Let’s use those magic ears of yours.”
I join Ross and Jordan and listen to the track. My mind switches to work and I forget all about Uncle Dan.
Chapter 4
Daniel
