I laughed under my breath. “Yeah. I know.”
“That’s that Robinson brain working overtime.”
I nodded. “Probably.”
He leaned forward again, elbows on his knees. “Tell me something though—”
“What?”
“Do you like her?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.” A smile tugged at his mouth. "Hell, I only met her twice and I named a dessert after her."
“Then go see where that goes," he replied easily. "And have fun. And even if it doesn’t end up going further than a few dates, at least you were brave enough to put yourself out there again.”
I nodded slowly.
“You deserve to be happy again, Remy.”
I swallowed, feeling that in my chest. “Thanks, Pops.”
Just then we heard Melo laughing upstairs and Mama's playful voice.
Pops shook his head with a grin. "You know when she finds out, she's gonna be picking out wedding venues."
I laughed. "I know. Let's keep this between us for now. If she asks, I'll tell her."
"Will do." He stood and clapped my shoulder. “Go on up and say good-bye. Don’t keep that woman waiting.”
I stood too. “You gonna interrogate her if this turns serious?”
He smiled calmly. “Oh absolutely. We all are.”
I laughed. “Figured.”
As I headed upstairs Pops called after me. “Hey, son.”
I turned. “Yeah?”
He nodded once. “Proud of you.”
I smiled. "Thanks, Pop."
Chapter8
Idon't date.
Yeah. I know what I said…but he piqued my interest and that's hard to do. I wasn't against relationships; I just wasn't naïve enough to believe that a man would be okay with my work. I also wasn't sure if I was ready to allow a man to dictate how I moved.
I loved being independent. Being free. Doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Me and Ronnie could hop on a flight at any time and travel. Our bank accounts guaranteed that. The luxury of freedom was priceless for me.
But maybe…Remy and I could just have some fun together.
Hang out.
Do some cute shit around town.
That wasn't datingper se…right?
