Kennedy stared at Abiza like she’d found the winning numbers to the mega millions.
“You have a business card? I might need your service in the near future because I’ve signed a couple of contracts that I would love looked over. An attorney did draft them, but he works for the person who I made the deals with.”
“Do not ever do that,” Abiza stressed. Kennedy didn’t take the seriousness in her voice lightly. “That is a conflict of interest. Always have your own attorney. Here.”
Abiza dug in her crossbody bag, retrieving one of her business cards she kept on hand. Kennedy slipped it into her bag, knowing she’d use it sooner than later. When she looked up, Abiza was staring at her phone with a pinched expression.
“Well, if you ladies don’t mind, I can hang around for a bit longer since my husband has to go into the office on a fucking Saturday. Is it my swing?”
Savvy nodded with haste and held out the club while Nubia sniggered, knowing a pissed off wife when she saw one.
“How long have you been married?”
Abiza teed her ball and swung, sending it flying over a sand bunker. “Five frustrating ass years. Are any of you married?”
“I’m newly divorced. Savvy is newly married.”
“Congrats to you both.”
Kennedy laughed at that and stepped up for her turn. She cocked back, swinging with all her energy just to miss the ball. The second swing connected but sent the golf ball straight into the bunker.
“Nope. I’m not about to fight with no damn sand. I’m putting the ball right back in the grass,” she warned them. “If it’s cheating, call it what you want.”
Lexi fanned her off. “Girl, as much as this dumb shit costs, we can make our own rules.”
“I don’t think that’s how the concept of golf works.”
A masculine but semi-familiar voice from behind sent Kennedy’s gaze over a shoulder. Her stomach flipped as a smiling Tolliver tipped his head at her in greeting. A flock of white men were behind him with their eyes on her girls as if their fetishes were kicking into overdrive. She smiled and strolled toward them.
“We’ll if it isn’t Tolli. Long time, no see.”
“You did say our next meeting would be on the golf course. I guess you called it.”
“Tolli?” one of his buddies repeated, giving his pals a playful look. “Sounds like you know her well, Tolliver.”
“She’s a friend of a friend, but Ms. Kennedy is one of those women you tend to remember.”
“I can tell.”
“Eww,” Lexi muttered behind Kennedy, making her stifle a laugh before addressing Tolliver.
“You think you can spare a few minutes? I promise, I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Of course. You guys go ahead without me. I’ll catch up.”
Tolliver shooed his friends ahead, but they walked up to Kennedy’s girls instead, making Tolliver shake his head before holding out a hand for Kennedy to walk first. After she did so, he took the opportunity to appreciate the view of her ass stretching out the clingy material of her skort as they strolled to the golf cart path for privacy.
“How’s Logan doing?” That was Kennedy’s question once they were alone. Tolliver chuckled.
“No need for pleasantries. I’m sure that Logan is the last thing you care to know or hear about.”
“You’re absolutely right. I came here, hoping to run into you because I need information about a certain case. I have fifty grand on me, but I can get you more if need be. Can you help me?”
“I can’t.”
Kennedy froze, jarred by his answer before quizzing, “Why not?”
“Because your friend paid me double that not to give you any information about any case if you came to me. As much as I’d love to take your money, it would be a waste on your end. Ask him.”
