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THANKS.
That should’ve been the end of it, but Kenneth asked, ARE YOU CALLING HER?
What the fuck!?Kenneth was getting as bad as their Mother.
I SAID I WOULD.
Jerry waited a moment before dialing her number. It was opening a door that he’d told himself he wouldn’t. Now he was asking for her to join him at Kenneth and Shanda’s. Even if they weren’t seeing each other tonight, it wasn’t as though they weren’t going to see each other again. Although Kenneth didn’t mention it, Jerry’s gut said this was only the first of many so-called required meetings.
I really should’ve said no. Phillip deserves this, not me.
Jerry dialed Reanna’s number, knowing there was no point in prolonging it. He’d ask and if she said no, then he was off the hook.
“Hello,” she answered, in a very professional tone.
“Is this Reanna?” he asked, knowing damn well it was.
“It is. And you are?”
“I thought you said it was a kiss you’d never forget?” he teased.
He heard her giggle. “Oh, the kiss I remember, the name…well….”
Oh he loved that she could give it right back to him. The woman had spunk, but not in an abrasive way that would’ve normally turned him off. Something Reanna couldn’t do even if she tried.
“Maybe we should try again and see if it helps to bring back your memory,” he joked.
“I do remember that I didn’t give you my number.”
Reanna didn’t sound upset, but definitely cautious. Good. You should question shit. There were some real creeps out there. He just wasn’t one of them, at least not in the stalking or abusive way. The only complaint women had was he was a closed book. Jerry never felt the inclination to share anything of substance with them. “Kenneth wanted me to call and discuss tonight. Seems there is a meeting and our presence is required.”
Reanna chuckled. “Yeah, right. Shanda spent a few hours this afternoon at my house. There is no way she has anything left to talk about.”
“Apparently she does,” he grumbled.
“I’m surprised she doesn’t have laryngitis.”
“Please tell me it is contagious, because I wouldn’t mind if Kenneth caught it too.” Kenneth was always a talker, but it was the subject matter recently that didn’t appeal to him. “I guess I can text him and let him know we can’t make it.”
“Wait!” Reanna blurted.
“You want to go?” he asked. Or maybe you just want to see me.
“Want to? No. But I’m her maid of honor. It would be pretty shitty of me to blow her off. My vote is we go.”
Damn it. You were my excuse not to.
“Once we are there, you know they are going to find reasons for us to stay longer than we might want.” Since Jerry didn’t want to be there at all, even five minutes was too long. There was a perk: Reanna.
“I can always have someone call from the station and need to leave,” Reanna said.
Leaning back in his leather chair, he recalled a phone call last night. Had it really been business, or had she just let it slip that it wasn’t? Either way, he didn’t want her rushing off again. If the mood was right, who knows what could happen tonight?
I know what I want to happen. But fuck, it shouldn’t.
Jerry said, “How about I pick you up and we go together? This way you can’t leave me there to be—”
“Tortured alone?” she filled in.
