Nakyra had done a lot by letting me stay at her house and cooking for me. Taking her out for dinner was the least I could do to show my gratitude.
I’m not one of those girls who only orders salad. I like to eat.
A chuckle left my mouth and I pressed on the brake and pushed the button to start the truck.
That’s cool with me. I hate that shit anyway. Pick a place and let me know. Be ready by eight.
I can’t wait
Locking the phone, I tossed it on the passenger seat, then grabbed my cake, opening the bag and taking a bite.
After talking to her when I left the hospital earlier, I was sure she would go back to the zombie state she was in the previous week, but it seemed like she was doing okay if she agreed to go out to eat with me. The month I’d been here I’d enjoyed learning more about Nakyra. I wasn’t used to being around womenplatonically. Not that it wasn’t possible, but I was a busy man, so casually hanging out wasn’t an option.
Pulling out of my parking spot, I turned onto the street in the direction of the warehouse, now looking forward to completing my work day and heading home.
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“Wassup, Moneybags.” Dylan slid into the booth across from me with Camilla at his side. Before heading home I stopped by Bank Shot. I needed to speak with Dylan, hoping he could help me with something that had been nagging me for a while now.
I nodded at him then at Camilla while sipping from my beer bottle.
“Why didn’t you bring my friend with you?” Camilla asked.
“Who yo’ friend?”
She rolled her eyes and released an exasperated breath. “Nakyra, fool.”
“How that’s yo’ friend and you’ve only met her once?” Dylan cut in and asked.
“Don’t be a hater, bae.” She nudged him with her shoulder.
I chuckled. “She was at home when I left. You got her number, right? Call her.”
“Don’t even worry about it. We already planned to hang out.”
“You see the shit I deal with; don’t let that girl around her crazy ass.”
“Stop playing with me!” Camilla slapped his arm.
Dylan grabbed her and yanked her into him. “I done told you about putting yo’ hands on me.” He moved his head closer to hers and bit her bottom lip.
“Ow, stop,” she whined and attempted to pull away from him, causing him to laugh.
I shook my head. The two of them been like this since they first got together. The only thing I could do was enjoy the show.
“Now, before she started talking shit, what brings you to this side of town?” Dylan asked.
“I need a favor.” I set my beer bottle on the table. “You still talk to your cousin on the police force right?”
“Aiden? Yeah. What about him?”
My fingers tapped on the beer bottle. “I need you to ask him if he can look something up for me.”
“What?”
“My brother’s accident?”
His face twisted. “Why?”
