"Choyce does." I smirked, slipping past him and heading into the house.
"Working with her ain't my call," he groaned, following me inside.
I wasn't in the mood for another round with Honor, so I went into the kitchen and started pulling things for breakfast.
"You want McGriddles?" I asked even though I'd already decided.
"I'm cool with it if that's what you wanna make."
"And is." I smirked, catching eyes with Honor.
"You're too pretty to be worrying about a bitch that doesn't matter," Honor commented after a few moments of silence.
"And you're too handsome to be doing background checks," I told him, twisting the knob to turn on the burner.
As the frying pan heated up, I separated the bacon and placed it in the pan.
"I'm being serious, Navy."
"What do you think I'm being?" I asked, grabbing a bowl to start on the pancake batter. "I've never given you a reason to be on me about a nigga. However, you've given me two reasons for why I need to be on my shit when it comes toChoyce."
Saying her name was like swallowing the nut of a nigga you hated, but you had a child at home crying 'cause he's hungry… disgusting yet necessary.
"That kiss wasn't shit," he scoffed.
"And saving her life?"
I turned from the stove to face him. The icy demeanor he wore like armor softened under my gaze. His eyes flurried with unsettled feelings. Maybe conflict? Maybe guilt? Whatever it was, it was something deeper than what he wanted me to see.
"You don't have to answer that." I softly voiced, letting him off the hook. Whatever answer I was looking for lived in the way he couldn't quite hold my gaze.
"You don't have to shrug shit off 'cause you think I'm uncomfortable," he said as I turned back toward the stove.
Honor was right. I shouldn't have let him off the hook, but what else was I supposed to do when I knew silence was Honor's refuge? If he didn't want something to come out, he got quiet, and I was tired of having to pry out what should've been given freely.
"You're right." I grabbed a fork and started flipping over the bacon so I wouldn't have to watch his gaze run from mine. "I shouldn't shrug things off, but I shouldn't have to fight for the truth either. When did this become who we are?" I asked, hoping tears wouldn't fall.
"When did we become like what? We're fucking perfect," he declared, trying to calm me with affection.
"If me questioning myself and where I stand when it comes to you is perfection," I clicked my tongue to keep from laughing. "Then yeah, we're couple goals, babe."
"I thought we put this shit to bed last night," he gritted.
"We did, but then I woke up thinking about how Chosyn and I were sitting way too close to street-facing windows at the restaurant for the shooter to miss. They weren't shooting to kill, Honor. It was a warning, and I'm starting to wonder if it came from Choyce."
"It wasn't her," he answered almost immediately.
I turned around so fast that the bowl on the counter rattled.
"What?"
"It wasn't her."
"Where were you when you found out about the shooting?"
His eyes narrowed. "With Crown and Wolfe."
"Then how do you know it wasn't her?" I asked.
