I paused.
“Where is that?”
“It ain't far from the Cayman Islands.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “That actually sounds nice.”
“Bet. I'ma go ahead and book our shit, and I'll let you know what I find.”
“Aight.”
A few minutes later, we hung up, and I went back to painting.
I was so focused on the canvas in front of me that I didn't hear Kyrie come into the room.
The next thing I knew, his arms were wrapped around my waist, and his face disappeared into the side of my neck.
“Wassup, beautiful?” he asked.
A smile immediately pulled at my lips.
“Nothing. Just felt like painting.”
“I see.” He glanced at the canvas. “You done drew Big Daddy again.”
I laughed and shook my head.
This man was a mess.
“Anyway,” I said, changing the subject. “I just got off the phone with Drayla, and we figured out where we're going.”
“Bet. Where y'all going?”
“Palmora Shores.”
“Hmm.”
I turned around and looked at him.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged. “It's nice out there.”
“You've been?”
“Yeah. A couple times.”
“Oh.”
He nodded before looking back at me. “You still taking security though, right?”
I closed my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Kyrie.”
“What?”
“Yes. I'm taking security.”
“Good.”
