Page 85 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Look how well that worked.”

“I know.”

“No, Deuce I don’t think you do.”

You got bitches showing up to your sister’s baby shower talking about twins. Then that bitch has the nerve to show up at your court date.”

“Kim was at court?” He asked.

“Don’t.”

“I’m asking⁠—”

“And I said don’t.” I gripped my phone. “Don’t sit up there sounding surprised like you ain’t the reason that bitch feels comfortable enough to keep popping up around me.” He didn’t say anything. “Now I got some man following me around Detroit talking about money and product.” I shook my head. “I’m tired.”

“Lisha—”

“I’m fucking tired, Deuce.” My voice cracked, and that pissed me off because I didn’t want to cry, I refused to. “I didn’t marry this.”

“I understand.”

“I married a man who owned a trucking company. I knew you weren’t a choir boy. I wasn’t stupid, but this?” I looked out the window. “This ain’t what I signed up for.”

“I understand.”

“Stop fucking saying that.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth! Just once, give me the whole fucking truth without me having to catch you, find something, or have some stranger bring it to my doorstep.”

There was a silence then I heard him breathe. “I fucked up.”

I closed my eyes. “That ain’t enough anymore.”

“I know it ain’t.”

“You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“You’re in jail, Deuce! How the fuck you protecting anybody from in there?”

He didn’t have an answer. After a few seconds, I heard the automated warning that the call had limited time remaining.

Deuce spoke quickly. “Listen, I’m gonna handle the situation with them.”

“How?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I got right now.”

That irritated me because how the hell was he supposed to fix some shit in jail. “Of course.”

“Lisha.”