Dong.
“Uh!”
My cell fell onto the floor in front of me. I placed a hand against my chest and steadied my breathing.
You’re going soft on me, my girl.
A chuckle tumbled out of me as I realized my hand wasn’t on the thigh holster, removing my weapon and preparing to fire if needed. To my surprise, I wasn’t wearing it.
Focus, baby. I nodded at the sound of Chem’s voice and made a mental note to retrieve my holster and the gun that belongedinside it. For now, I tapped the large screen above the console table beside me.
Relief cleansed my palette. Janeese stood on the other side of the door, waiting for it to be opened. Two bags dangled in her arms, prompting my appearance. I tiptoed toward the door.
My bare feet made contact with the wood, nonstop, until I reached out and turned the gold handle. Janeese’s smile was radiant. She reminded me so much of Josiah. His energy was attached to her presence.
Just softer.
And prettier.
And more colorful.
And ultra feminine.
She was wearing a powder blue dress that swayed with each move she made. Chanel sandals adorn her feet. Her toes were French-tipped.
“Hi,” she greeted me.
I stepped forward, taking a bag from her.
“Hi.”
“Josiah sends his love,” she revealed, handing me the second bag.
I gazed at the contents inside. The books and gummies he’d promised were stocked. So were things he hadn’t mentioned, like a heartbeat monitor that came with earphones or the framed sonography photo that I hadn’t given him. Each bag was loaded with sentimental gifts and things Josiah thought I’d need to make this journey a bit less difficult.
Janeese turned to leave. Though out of character for me, I felt the need to invite her inside. My heart wouldn’t allow her to leave.
“Would you like to come inside?” I asked.
“Ummm–” Janeese inhaled. “Sure. She exhaled.
She followed me beyond the foyer, down the hall, and into the spacious living room. Soft cushions surrounded us. I took one and encouraged Janeese to do the same.
“Have something to drink?” I asked.
“I’m fine for now.”
I paused, waiting for Janeese to tell me what was truly on her mind. I’d seen nothing but gloom in those pretty eyes of hers.
“Thanks.”
“For?”
“Being in Josiah’s corner. Both personally and professionally. Despite his circumstances, he’s a great man. He’s an even better uncle.”
“Well,” I sighed, “He fired me.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as the words surfaced. It sounded silly, but it was my reality. I’d never been excused from a case. Not until Josiah Blackwood.
