“I know.” Shane patted his eyes dry. “Wait, say that again so I can show Aria who is really number one.”
“Yall are both number one,” Tyler tittered.
“Aht aht, get yo choosin’ ass on. Matter fact, get your ass up and finish packaging these orders before I fire you.”
“You have a whole roster of employees, why am I here again?”
“'Cause I’m not paying them hoes overtime, the fuck,” Shane gawked.
Tyler laughed before looking at her vibrating phone.
“He’s calling.”
“Then answer it.”
“I caaannn’t,” Tyler sighed. “I cannot be all out in the streets with that man. The blogs are going to have a field day with me being out with another man.”
“Girl, fuck the blogs and the hogs who write the articles. You are grown and been living your life for other people way too long. Answer the phone for that fine ass man and let him lick on you.”
“I didn’t say nothing about licking.”
“I know, I did. Let him beat on the cookie box a few times, no commitment.”
“Logic,” Tyler answered before the voicemail could pick up the call.
“Tyler,” he countered.
“Thugger,” Shane cooed. “Tell him I said hi bitch.”
“Shane said hi,” she snickered.
“Tell him I said what up,” Logic spoke. “But what’s up with you? Why are you taking so long to text me back?”
“Because I’m still trying to figure out if talking to you is a good idea.”
“It is. Can I come get you?”
“Yea, she not doing shit no way.” Shane sucked his teeth.
“Nigga, don’t be trying to give me away.” Tyler swatted at him.
“You’ll be in good hands, and I’ll have you back before your ankle bracelet starts beeping,” Logic jested.
“It doesn’t beep, asshole.”
“Oh, my bad. I’ve never hung with a criminal before.”
“Shut up,” Tyler giggled. “I’m Downriver but give me an hour to go shower and put some clothes on.”
“Drop the location when you're ready, baby girl.”
“Ok, bye Logic.”
“Bye Tyler.”
“Bye Thugger,” Shane purred as Tyler ended the call.
Chapter Seventeen
