Glimmer clamped her mouth shut and allowed the silence to stretch between them. She hadn’t talked to her mother sinceshe first got to the compound. The conversation didn’t exactly go well, so she hadn’t really had the desire to reach out to her, especially with her new number. If her mom got ahold of her number, Glimmer was sure she would harass her about Trick or literally anything else she wasn’t pleased with.
“Okay . . .”
“Look, I ain’t ever sugarcoated shit with you, so I won’t start now. I think you need to talk to her.”
Glimmer moved the phone from her face and looked at it crazy. She had always thought she and her dad were on the same page when it came to Camille Delacroix, but apparently not.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because she asked about you, baby girl. She seems worried.”
Camille, worried about her? The thought seemed foreign, but she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t stir up some yearning within her. She always wished she and her mom had a better relationship. Maybe this time apart was the key to that.
“Why were you talking to her anyway?”
“I had to get on her about that shit with Trick and how she handled that situation. It took her some time to answer my calls, but she finally did. I think I got through to her. She wants to apologize to you.”
“Is that so?” Glimmer wasn’t so sure about any of this.
“Can you promise me you’ll at least give her a call?”
She sighed as she climbed off the table and grabbed her shorts so she could put them on. “I can promise I’ll think about it.”
“Nothing I can say to convince you to do this?”
Glimmer thought about it. “No, honestly.”
“Aight. You know I ain’t ever made you do no shit you didn’t want to do.”
That was true. She appreciated him for that.
“Anyway, how are you?” she asked as she walked out of the gun range.
She made her way through the home as she listened to her dad talk.
“Got stocked up on all my snacks today. This fine ass CO even snuck me in some tacos from that spot we used to go to. You remember?”
“My favorite spot?” Glimmer asked as she waved at Pup and Rome, who sat on one of the couches on the main floor watching a basketball game.
“That’s the one.”
“How you get her to do that, Daddy?”
“You really wanna know?” She heard the smile in his tone, and she grimaced.
“Uh, no, actually.” She took the last step to the second floor of the home. “Look, Daddy, I need to get in the shower and eat something. Can I call you back a little later?”
“Of course, and Glimmer?”
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she pushed open the door to her and Gideon’s room. She already knew what he was about to say. “Yeah?”
“Think about it, aight?”
“Got you. Love you.”
“Love you more.”
They disconnected the call, and she tossed her phone on the bed. She heard the shower running and grinned. She quickly undressed and walked toward the bathroom. She was happy as hell that she could put the thought of calling her mother to the back of her mind and focus on the fact that she was able to catch her husband still in the shower. She had a nut to pull up out of him, after all.
