Page 33 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

He looked at me. “You call me too.”

“I got you.”

He grabbed his things and headed toward the door. Before he walked out, he looked back at Shante. “Love you.”

She smiled. “Love you too.”

The door closed behind him and I looked at Shante and she smiled. “That man is something else.”

I laughed. “Yeah, he is.”

“He was sitting right there all night.” Shante said while pointing at the empty chair.

“I can tell.”

“He kept waking up every time one of them machines made a noise.”

“That’s because he was scared.”

“I know.” She smiled to herself. “He wouldn’t admit it. Men don’t like admitting when they scared , especially him.”

I sat back in the chair. “So…”

“What?” She asked

“Are you hungry?”

Shante made a face. “They brought me some dry-ass hospital eggs this morning.”

I laughed. “Girl, you just ate.”

“That ain’t food.”

“What do you want?”

She thought about it. “Chicken.”

“Of course.”

“With fries.”

“Of course.”

“And don’t bring me no little ass portion.” She frowned.

I laughed. “I knew you were about to ask for something.”

She smiled. “You know me.”

“Unfortunately.”

She grabbed the remote and changed the channel. For the first time since everything had gone crazy, I felt like I was sitting with my best friend again. Just me and Shante, talking shit like we always did and that’s exactly what I needed. We had been sitting there talking for almost an hour when somebody knocked on the door.

Shante looked toward it. “That better be Malik with my food.”

I laughed. “He ain’t been gone that long.”

The door opened before either of us could say anything. Malik walked in carrying two bags and a drink tray. “Look what I got.”