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“Come back, Quinci.”
I backed up to his desk.
“I’m sorry. That just frustrated me a little bit, and I was telling Diesel about it. That’s all.”
“I know, babe. I didn’t feel a way about it.”
“And this is what I mean when I say you are so calm. Sodamnunderstanding.That shitso foreign to me, Quinci, you just don’t know.”
“Do you need to see me beat a girl’s ass to know that I can be mean and nasty when I need to be? Jesus Christ, Mr. Dymon. Men get a little peace in theirlife,andthey don’t know what to do with it.”
That made him laugh.
“I’ll be at my desk.”
“Alright, baby.”
I’ll never gettired of hearing him call me that.
* * *
That Evening
Bernard was driving Dymon and me toward his parents’ home. He’d been on edge the rest of the day because of it. I locked myhand in his and looked at him.
“Are you really this nervous, Mr. Dymon? What do you think they are going to do and say?”
“You’ve only gotten a glimpse of them, sweetheart.I’ve known them for thirty years. They might make you want to break up with me,and I don’t want that.”
“Oh, please. I’m not a child. I can handle myself. Just know the way I handle myself toward bullies might make you break up with me.”
“We’ll see. Just know, at any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, and we can go.”
“I just don’t understand howyou’re the baby and got shunned. It’s usually the middle child who gets…” I trailed off when I realized that the middle child was Metri, and she was sick. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Quinci.”
When Bernard turned into the long driveway, I sat up when the house came into view. My mouth dropped open. I looked at him and then back at the house.
“Mr. Dymon, is this the house you grew up in!” I whisper-shouted.
He chuckled. “Yeah, for the most part. It’s hada lot of renovations.”
The house was large. Larger than any house I’d ever seen in my life.
“Oh my God,” I whisper-shouted again.
There werevery expensive cars that lined the circular driveway.
“I got it,” Dymon told Bernard when he came to a complete stop.
He opened the door and walked aroundthe car,opening the door for me.
“Can Ihold your hand?” I asked himas he helped me out of the car.
“Girl, you can hold whatever you want to hold.”
“Why are you so disgusting all the time? We literallyfuckedall weekend.”
