Page 56 of Tank’s Weakness

As I set my bag on the side table, my phone rings. Reaching in, I find my phone and smile.

“Hey you, it’s been a minute.”

“Dude, we can’t go this long without talking ever again,” Erica says, making me laugh.

“It hasn’t been that long.” I laugh lightly.

“Yeah, but we usually talk multiple times a day.”

Guilt sinks in. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with Tank that I have been a shit friend.”

“Delaney, stop it. You are far from a shit friend. Besides, it’s not all on you. Work’s been killing me, and I swear all I do at the end of the day is crash face first into my bed.”

“What are you doing right now?” I ask.

“I’m changing into comfy clothes and then ordering Chinese food.”

“Well, how about you come over here and eat Chinese with me?” I offer.

Erica hums, “You know what? Let’s do it. I’ll place an order before I leave here and pick it up on my way.”

“Sounds good. See you soon.”

I hang up and see a message flash across my screen.

Tank

I hope you had a good day at work, gorgeous.

Me

I did. I made it home, and now Erica is going to come over and we are going to catch up.

Tank

I’m glad to hear it. Enjoy the girl time. If you need anything, just let me know.

I can’t help but smile at how thoughtful he is.

Me

Will do. Have fun doing whatever it is you do when you aren’t with me.

Setting down my phone, I head upstairs and change. After putting on a pair of lounge shorts and a baggy sweatshirt, I head into the bathroom. Quickly, I run the brush through my hair and then put it up into a messy bun, getting it out of my face.

I head back downstairs and pull out a bottle of wine. With a steady hand, I pop out the cork to let it breathe while I wait for Erica to show. Thirty minutes later, there’s a knock on my door.

“Sorry, the restaurant was running a little behind,” she says as she steps inside.

I laugh and shut the door. “Girl, it didn’t even take you an hour to get here. No need to apologize.”

“True. Hey, by the way, those flowers on your porch are gorgeous.”

I frown. “Flowers?”

Erica nods as she sets the food down on my coffee table. “Yeah, I almost tripped over them.”

“There weren’t any flowers here when I got home.”