He hunched a shoulder. “You only asked for my opinion once.”
On the wedding day, before I walked down the aisle, I pulled Mo aside and asked him if he thought I was doing the right thing. True to form, he’d tossed the question back to me. I couldn’t answer it then. So he told me not to marry him. I did anyway.
I blew out a heavy sigh. “I should’ve listened to you.”
“We all make choices. Darrell made a choice, too. Since he didn’t follow through with his vows, since he didn’t prove us wrong, fuck him.”
I cracked up. “I love you, Mo.”
“I love you, too.”
More silence.
“Have you talked to Wes?” he asked.
“Are we really going to talk about this? ’Cause I could ask you some questions, too.”
“About what?”
“You know what.” My brother and Kay had an ongoing flirtation. I couldn’t be sure, but I always thought it was more than that. “She called the wedding off.”
“I know.”
Shifting to face him, I asked, “You talked to her?”
“Every day.”
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, li’l sis.” Moses veered off the exit. “You hungry?”
My stomach growled. “Yes.”
“Let’s eat.”
“Oh”—I grinned—“what’s up with the no greasy foods?”
He barked out a laugh. “Shit, I was just saying that because I didn’t want to eat with them.”
“Thanks for coming, Mo.”
“You texted. I came.”
“That was weeks ago. I didn’t even know if you got my message.”
“I figured when you said we needed to talk, it was about Granddad, so I just made plans to come home.”
I didn’t even want to ask how he found out. Mo was so much like Grandma. He moved in silence, and didn’t show up unless he had to. “Wait until I tell you the story about Grandma. She never got a divorce.”
“Yeah, I figured something was going on. You’ll have to fill me in.”
“It’s crazy. But, next time, can you at least respond to my text?”
“I got you.”
While he sped toward my place, I unlocked my phone and checked social media. The comment section under the latest Ms. Tea post was busy as people chimed in on Wes and the mystery woman. I took a screenshot of her face. I tried to tell myself that it was for investigative purposes, but I knew it was more than that. My initial thought hadn’t changed. I hated it. That simple fact was the reason I’d left his house frazzled. We’d crossed a line, and now it was too late to course correct. At this point, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.
Mo pulled in front of Batch Place. “Order in?”
