“Nyomi, that’s it.”
“Girl, I feel like I need to know more—”
“That is all you are getting—”
“Oh, come on. I’m on the edge of my seat. This is a bullshit cliffhanger—”
“I am not a book, Ms. Journalist. Mind your business.”
“Okay.” I held up my hands. “Can you at least tell me how he is different?”
"You know how men in New York are. They walk around stomping, talking about how powerful they are, how much money they got, how many people they know. They're loud about it. They got to prove it."
Nika and I nodded.
Tsukiko and Ayame just listened.
"He doesn't say shit." Deja's voice softened. The blush stayed on her cheeks but the giggle quieted. "He doesn't have to. He's just elegant. He's just who he is. And somehow he knows what I want before I say it. Knows how I feel. Knows what I need. Like. . .he’s fucking locked in. He anticipates everything. The way I like to be touched. What I want to drink or eat. WhenI want to talk and when I want to be quiet. When I just need to be. . .held. . .I don't know how he does it. I don't fucking understand it. But I love it."
Silence.
Then Nika leaned forward and put her chin in her hand. "Cousin. You are sprung."
"I'm not—"
"You are."
"I'm just saying he's a good man."
"You said you fuckingloveit."
Deja closed her eyes. "I do love it."
"Sprung."
Deja’s eyes snapped open. "I'm not sprung."
"You're wearing white, Deja."
"So?"
"You don’t wear white." Nika gestured at her with both hands. "And now you’re wearing rich-bitch-from-Connecticut white.”
“Girl.” Deja rolled her eyes. “It’s just a color. No big deal.”
“Dude is turning you into a Stepford wife.” Nika shook her head. “You said I could leave this afternoon and go back to New York, but I’m worried for you.”
“I’ll be fine, Nika. You’ve got those babies to check on.”
“You better call me if something gets crazy.” Nika pointed to me. “Make sure you check in with her daily.”
“I will.” I nodded. “So, you’re leaving this afternoon, Nika?”
She checked her watch. “In about three hours. There’s going to be a helicopter that takes me to the private plane. I told them to come with me.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Who?”
Nika pointed to Hiroko’s assistants. “They’ve never been to New York. Japanese dude said they would let the plane sit in New York for a week to let them hang out and then it would bring them back.”
