“Hammer’s the Feds. They can get into anything they want to get into. But he did a solid for our black asses.”
Trina laughed. “Your Italian ass ain’t black.”
“I’m blackish. I have a black wife. My children are half-black. What more you want from me?”
Trina laughed.
“But Hammer’s alright,” she said. “He and Amelia are always having their issues, but he comes through when you need him most.”
“Yes, he does,” said Reno.
Then silence returned. Then Trina smiled. “Wanna dance?”
Reno knew they had no music. But when he looked into her beautiful, smiling, hazel eyes, he knew they didn’t need it. “Absolutely,” he said as he stood up, helped her up, and then he pulled her into his arms.
And they danced. Not to music. Not a sound of music was anywhere. They danced to the rhythm of their heartbeats. They danced to the rhythm of each other. And what they both loved the most was that they were lovingly in sync.
After all that hell, they made it to the other side.
It was, for a change, just perfect.
