Page 43 of Anything Goes


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Wanting to talk about anything other than myself, I said, “So, how is everything with you and your sister since the incident that you had with her fiancé?”

“Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. She hasn’t said anything to me about it, so that means he didn’t say anything to her.”

“Well, that’s good. At least he didn’t stir up any trouble.”

“Yeah, but I get the feeling that what I’ve been thinking about might stir up some.”

Watching him as he grabbed a plate from the cabinet, I leaned against the kitchen counter. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about having Keyon come live with me. You know, just until he leaves for college.”

“Oh, wow,” I replied, standing up straight. “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. Especially now that I know that things aren’t going good between him and Reggie. My number one concern is Keyon.”

“That makes sense.”

“Yeah, but will it make sense to my sister?”

“That’s a good question. But you won’t know until you talk to her about it? Just sit down with her. Does she know that Keyon and Reggie aren’t getting along?”

“I don’t know. We don’t really talk like we used to.”

“Well, maybe that’s something you need to work on fixing,” I said with a shrug.

“I agree,” he replied. “But in the meantime, let’s get into this breakfast and get you to your apartment. I can’t have you trying to blame me for your tardiness.”

“But it would be your fault though.”

“See, look at you.”

Laughing, I grabbed my plate from his hand and looked him in the eyes. “If this is any sign of how well you’re going to be taking care of me, then I’m all in.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait.” He kissed my forehead, making me wet all over again, but I held it together.

I couldn’t afford to fall on his dick again. There would be plenty of time for that.

15

Law

“What’s up, man? It’s been a minute,” Corey said as I walked into the donut shop. “I thought your ass was trying to hide from me or something.”

“Nah, man, never that. I’ve just been busy trying to adjust to this new lifestyle.”

“I see.” Taking a seat, he folded his arms over his chest. “I can’t believe you went from being my partner to being a damn coach. That has to be boring as shit.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “Not at all. It’s actually a pretty good gig. Something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Fool, please. I don’t believe that mess for a second. Not with the way you used to beat up the streets. You lived for chasing bad guys and shit.”

“I think you’ve got me confused with yourself. I did what I had to do to get the job done. You’re the one that likes having bullets flying over your head and fighting for your life every damn day. I’m good on all of that. I want to settle down and have a family. Police life isn’t a family life.”

“That’s not true. Plenty of men on the force have families.”

“Yeah, but how many of them actually have happy families? Every cop I know is struggling to keep their family life afloat. I don’t want that. I don’t want my future wife to worry about whether or not I’m going to come home every night. Hell, I don’t want to have to worry about whether or not I’m going to come home every night either.”

Sliding his head back, Corey said, “Wow, it sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”