“Hey, baby. Where are you?”
“Driving,” I say. “Where areyou?”
“Right now, I’m in Miami, but I’m coming your way in a few weeks.”
I let out a little squeal. “I can’t wait.”
“I’ll let you plan something for us this time. So, how are things?”
“Things are good.”
“How’s my nephew-in-law?”
I smile at that. “He’s amazing, as always.”
“Mm hm. Still putting you through the mattress?”
“Oh my God. We’re not doing this, Tori.”
She laughs hysterically. “I love embarrassing you. Sweetheart, it’s okay. He’s your husband. I’m happy for you.”
“I appreciate it.”
There are many things I talk to Tori about, but sex has never been one of them. Too weird.
“By the way, I talked to Rashad. He’s gonna be here for the holidays.”
“To see who?”
She’s quiet long enough for me to understand.
“I don’t wanna see him," I say, my voice trembling so much I'm embarrassed. "I don’t know how many times I have to say this.”
“He’s your brother.”
“No, he’s your nephew. He’s dead to me. Forever.”
“Raya—“
“If you try to force this on me, you know I’ll react.”
She sighs loudly into the phone. “Which is why I’m telling you about it. I’m not trying to hide anything from you, sweetheart. And I’d never force him on you. But he’s family. You can’t keep avoiding—“
“Watch me.”
She's quiet on the other end. Then, a resigned, “Fine.”
“And don’t bring him up to me again. Please.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” I pull into a parking lot a few cars behind Sisco. “I’ll see you when you get here.”
I hang up, breathing through the pressure in my chest. I love my aunt with all my soul, but I’d cut her clean off if she tried to get me to see my brother. That shit is bones.
My eyes focus on the marquee over the building we just parked in front of. Club Fresh.
So he’s probably meeting the side bitch here while his wife is home with their daughter.
