Wyndi lookedsexy as hell as she climbed out of the town car I’d sent to pick her up and bring her to the private airfield. Her thighs looked thick in ripped jeans, and her breasts bounced beneath the soft pink fabric of the T-shirt she wore under her matching hoodie. She had pink, blinged out J’s on her feet, and her long tresses blew in the light breeze. Even though her eyes were covered by shades, I could tell that she was looking at me as she rolled her wheeled luggage and a bag that looked as if it was carrying an oversized guitar, toward the jet.
“I feel very . . . Kimora Lee Simmons right now,” she said when she was close enough for me to hear her. “When I was a teenager, she would do all those Baby Phat ads of her getting on a private jet with her girls.”
I chuckled before wrapping her up in a hug.
“Sorry. Hey, Kaynaan. Thanks for inviting me. I’ve never been on a private jet before. LoLo told me that I needed to come just for the experience. But I’m actually excited about being at an HBCU homecoming. It’s been too long.”
“I’m glad you decided to come,” I said, taking the handles for each bag from her hands. “Usually when I’m invited to stuff like this, I’m in and I’m out. I don’t stick around. But this time, there’s a few events Ihaveto show my face at. It’ll be cool not to do it alone.” My gaze fell to her bags. “When you said you enjoy golf, you weren’t messing around, huh? You have your own clubs and a travel bag for your clubs. You got a secret life as a golf professional that I don’t know about?”
A member of the cabin crew appeared and relieved me of Wyndi’s bags so he could load them on the aircraft.
“I golf with Chicago Mahogany Women’s Golf Club.” She eyed me. “When you told me that we were gonna participate in a charity golf fundraiser for Londynville University, I neglected to get details. Let’s discuss.”
I led her up the steps of the jet and into the cabin. She was momentarily distracted by the jet’s interior. I was hoping she would be, because I was hesitant to give her all the details about the tournament.
“This is gorgeous.”
“Yeah. Grand Aviation has a fleet of twelve jets. My father is big on maintenance and rotating the inventory to always keep our fleet modern and upscale. My great grandfather started the company as a black man in Kentucky, in the 1960s. He had to be five times as good just to be equal. He believed that if he called the company ‘Grand Aviation,’ everything about it had better be grand. So, that was a thing.”
Her fingers glided across the leather of the first chair she passed. “Where should I sit?”
“Anywhere you want.”
She sat down, and I sat in the chair next to her, with the aisle separating us. “Let’s talk about what I can expect this weekend,” she told me.
I nodded slightly.
“How many people are on this golf team, and who are the people?”
It was a fair question, even though I’d been trying to avoid it. “Don’t freak out,” I cautioned, as her eyes ballooned. “You’re freaking out. I can tell. Your eyes are about to pop outta your head.”
“Is your mother on this team? Am I meeting your mother?”
I pulled a face. It was fake as hell. I hoped she didn’t see through it. “What? Nah. Nah. I wouldn’t invite you and my mother without giving you a heads up.”
“That feels like a lie, Kaynaan. Let’s not start this . . . whatever we’re doing with lies. Is your mother gonna be there or not? Tell the truth.”
“I’m telling you the truth, Brown Eyes. My mother is not on my golf team.” I took a dramatic pause. “But my father and one of my sisters are.”
She threw up her hands. “You know this is some bullshit, right? You know that, right? I oughtta get off this plane right now.”
The moment the words left her mouth, one of the members of the flight staff came down the aisle to tell us to buckle up for takeoff.
“Listen, I wasn’t trying to deceive you. I just wanted to wait to tell you so you wouldn’t get in your head about meeting some of my family members. Honestly, my dad and my baby sister are cool as hell. Real talk, when you do meet my moms, not the weekend, but when you do meet her, you’ll find out that she’s the most down-to-earth person. You don’t have to be nervousor feel self-conscious or none of that. My family’s cool as hell. I promise, they’re gonna treat you like family.”
“Do they know you’re bringing me?”
“Unclench your teeth, Brown Eyes. Stop being mad with me, please. They know I’m bringing somebody I’m trying to get to know.”
She huffed out a sigh.
I sighed, too. “I should’ve told you. I should’ve told you. I was wrong.”
She gasped. “What did you just say?”
“I should’ve told you?”
“Nah, the other part.”
