Twizz grinned. “You already know.”
Savio closed the door and walked toward his car, feeling a little bit lighter.
“You’re stupid,”Cassydie said before she glanced at Cierra, who played a game on her iPad without paying the grown folk any attention.
Marcellus laughed while Cashmere frowned.
“Not our daughter got you scared,” Marcellus said.
Cassydie cut her eyes at him before she hissed, “Little girl thinks everything is a swear word. I’m sick of paying her every time I speak.”
“You makin’ my baby sound like Debo,” Marcellus joked as he tugged on one of Cierra’s ponytails.
The little girl snapped out of her iPad stupor and frowned at her father. “Hey!”
“Go play in your room for a bit,” he said.
Cierra frowned and then cut her eyes at her mother. “I heard you say the S word. Ten dollars.”
Cassydie’s eyes grew wide. “Ten? When did it go up? It used to be five. And I only said stupid. That isn’t considered the S word, Cici. Shit is.”
“Thirty dollars, Mama.” Cierra climbed off the couch and trudged out of the room, and Cashmere knew her goddaughter fully expected that thirty dollars to be in the swear jar in the kitchen by the end of the night. Cashmere had fallen victim to that jar one too many times herself.
“Little brat,” Cassydie muttered.
“Not too much on my baby,” Marcellus said as he pulled his wife’s feet into his lap and massaged them.
“Anyway, back to you calling me stupid,” Cashmere said with a grimace.
Cassydie shrugged. “What about it?”
“How am I stupid?”
“For pulling Savio off your detail without even speaking to him first,” Cassydie said.
Cashmere gawked at her best friend. She had just finished telling them what had happened a few days ago with Ivoree and Twizz, and then the argument she and Savio had.
“I really don’t get what the big deal is,” Cashmere grumbled.
She hadn’t spoken to Savio since their argument. Ivoree had a busy schedule, so she wanted to chalk it up to him being gone from sunup to sundown, but in her gut, she knew that wasn’t true. She knew Savio was upset with her, which she didn’t think was fair.
“I gotta agree with my wife on this one. If I had known y’all ain’t talk about the shit first, I never would have approved the reassignment,” Marcellus said.
Cashmere cut her eyes at him. “Nobody asked you.”
He chuckled, completely unfazed, which only irritated Cashmere more.
“Hey, not too much on my hubby.” Cassydie grinned at Cashmere in a playful manner. That was the thing about Aries. They knew how to get under people’s skin, and they would do so with a damn smile on their faces. The shit was beyond annoying.
“You guys make me sick. And besides, Vee asked for him, and I trust him. Honestly, me putting him on her detail is the highest compliment,” Cashmere argued.
“Is y’all fuckin’?” Cassydie asked as she picked at her pink nails.
Cashmere’s eyes bucked, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. Both Cassydie and Marcellus were blunt like that. They looked at her as they waited for her response, though they both knew the answer. Cashmere had told Cassydie all about Savio in the past few weeks, which for sure meant Marcellus knew what was up too.
“Yeah, girl. What about it?”
“Y’all go together,” Cassydie pointed out.
