“Hello.”
“Skye? You good?”
“I’m fine,” she said,way calmer than I expected.
“Trace called me and?—”
“Snitch!” she yelled.
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Trace mumbled in the background.
“Skye,” I said, lowering my voice. “What happened?”
“I was minding my business when that funky bitch, Melina, popped up behind me,” she snapped. “And now that I think about it,I’m pretty sure that hoe was following me.”
“Following you?”
“Yeah. The club isn’t anywhere near the café,” she said. “I tried to keep it cute.I even walked away.But she tried me.”
“So you handled it.”
“Exactly. I had to give her a clear understanding of why trying me isn’t smart.” She sighed. “Look…I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to let the old me come out.”
“You don’t have to apologize for shit,” I said firmly. “She never should’ve approached you. And if she was following you,she deserved every bit of what she got.”
“This wasn’t about me not trusting you,” Skye added. “I just don’t tolerate another woman in my space talking crazy.”
“Talking crazy how?”
“She told me to leave you alone. Like you were her man.” She paused. “You’re not her man, right?”
“Hell no,” I said immediately. “I already told you what it was with her.That shit’s over with.”
“Okay. Well maybe you need to make that announcement louder,” she said. “Billboard loud.”
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll handle it when I get back in town.”
“You need to hurry,” she said quietly. “I don’t like sleeping in your room alone.”
I smirked. “Oh, so you been sleeping in my bed?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “It smells like you.It helps me sleep.”
My chest warmed.
“I’ll be home in two days.After that, you won’t sleep alone again.”
“Good.”
“You sure you’re okay though?”
“I’m fine. We’re on the way to the condo.I’ll call you when I get there.”
“Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.”
We hung up.
