Page 133 of Sinful King
My grandda hummed, gaze shifting to the door after someone knocked and he called for them to enter.
Blair followed by Blake, entered the space. The latter greeted me with a chin lift I ignored, looking past him at my wife to make sure she was good.
Blair smiled and I held my hand out for her, pulling her face close to mine once she got to me.
“You okay, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded.
“I’m okay, baby. Are you?”
I nodded and she straightened.
“Do I—”
“Is there something I can do for you Mr. Phillips?” my grandda asked, the question holding an accusation beneath it.
Blake cleared his throat and Blair took a seat beside me.
“We’re supposed to meet at three.”
I glanced at my watch.
“What time is it right now?” he asked.
Ten minutes to three, I mumbled, knowing where this was going.
“Ten minutes to…” he paused and shook his head. “I’ll come back at three.”
My grandda was a weird dude when it came to time. Don’t show face more than five minutes before but never be late.
“If you want your sister to forgive and let you in, it won’t be what you show her that gets it,” he said, stopping Blake’s pursuit to the door. “She can take care of herself now. Her husband can and will protect her. Why were you silent all these years? Think about that.”
There was something about the way he said it that had me sitting up a little, Blair too.
But Blake said nothing and walked away and before I could ask what that was about my grandda shut it down.
“Don’t ask. I won’t reveal anything.”
He leaned forward and peered at Blair.
“Even if he decides to look within himself and comes to a revelation about his feelings on all the things you guys dealt with, you don’t have to forgive him. You can still feel the way you do, because that’s your right.”
She nodded.
“I think if one day we can really hash out our childhood, there’s a chance. But right now…” she glanced at me. “I have all the family I need.”
Damn, I fucking loved her.
“You two have somewhere to be and I have a sermon to write…” he waved us off and flipped the bible back open. “Don’t be late on Sunday. I won’t tolerate it, no matter what you were doing the day before.”
We got out of dodge, more like I did, and thankfully Blair didn’t call me out on it.
“Esi’s ready for us.”
I nodded and steered us toward the agreed upon meet up spot.
Blair’s secure phone rang along the way and she put it on speaker.
