Arriving in a minute. Look for the black SUV with tinted windows.
Stephanie scoffs.
New car?
“Whatever the emergency was can put him in a hospital. I don’t care.”
“That’s not even right,” I cackle.
“He deserves it,” she counters.
Aldo
Accommodating Ms. Brown’s bags.
“Aldo’s out front.” I hold the door to the boutique.
Steph scans the street in her sunglasses. “I don’t see him.”
I point to the shiny SUV. “He switched cars for your bags.”
“I don’t appreciate y’all picking on me.” She sashays toward the vehicle with eight bags, like somebody lied on her name.
The doors unlock, but Aldo doesn’t get out.
I push her to go. “Throw them in the back.”
Steph mumbles about being unappreciated while fiddling with her seatbelt. I frown at the tinted glass partition separating us from Aldo. The car eases from the curb and whips through traffic.
My phone buzzes.
Benny
Forty minutes.
I bite my lip.
Aldo picked us up. On my way to you.
Stephanie’s phone rings again.
“Answer it,” I say.
She sighs.
“What?!” she shouts into the speakerphone.
“Where are you?” Andreas asks, out of breath.
“I wish you would call me with another woman on your dick!” Stephanie screams.
“Now is not the time,” he warns. “Where are you?”
“With B, heading back to the house. Aldo picked us up.”
“Aldo is d—“
The call drops.
