Page 118 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“No, I mean it.” He looked at me. “I still feel bad about how I came down there.”

“You already apologized.” He let me know.

“I know but I still want to say it again.”

“And that shit was weeks ago.”

“Still.” I shifted my purse on my shoulder. “I came into your business loud, accusing you of cheating, based on something Shante told me. I embarrassed you in front of your customers.”

Malik shrugged. “I forgot about it.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

“You were defending your friend.”

“My friend was lying.”

“That ain’t on you.” He smirked.

“It still wasn’t right.”

He studied me for a second then nodded. “Apology accepted again.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Now you can stop apologizing.”

“I probably will.”

“Probably?”

I smiled. “I said what I said.”

He laughed, and the barista called my name. I grabbed my drink and bag. Malik stepped up to order. “Large black coffee.”

I looked at him. “That is the most boring order ever.”

He glanced over. “It’s coffee.”

“No cream?”

“No.”

“Sugar?”

“No.”

I made a face. “That explains a lot.”

He turned toward me. “Explains what?”

“Your personality.”

Malik laughed. “You got jokes this morning.”

“I’m in a good mood.”

“Is that so?” He asked.