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“Then we should definitely do that.”
Their mouths connected in an amorous kiss, and then he lifted her in his arms and walked back to her bedroom.
19
Montez strolled down the walkway to Jet’s home in Alpharetta. He remembered when his friend first bought the place. Man, it had needed work, but after extensive renovations, which included using his landscaping skills on the exterior, Jet turned the house into a jewel in the neighborhood.
He rang the doorbell, and his cousin Drevon came to the door with a beer in his hand.
“Hey man, what’s up?”
“Nothing but my hungry belly,” Montez quipped.
Drevon laughed, and they made their way to the kitchen where Jet was setting out the food. Rocky, his two-year-old boxer, looked up from his bowl where he was eating his own meal in the corner.
“Hey, big guy,” Montez said, scratching him behind the ears.
The dog’s tongue hung out of his head as he smiled in appreciation.
“All right,” Jet announced, placing a platter piled with food on the counter. “I hooked you all up tonight. We have Philly cheesesteaks and potato wedges.”
Whenever they played pool at his place, Jet either prepared a spread or bought food.
“This smells so dang good,” Montez said, fixing a plate.
They sat in the dining room to eat their meals, where conversation mostly centered around work. After they finished eating and cleared the dishes, Montez and Drevon lifted off the top of the table to expose the pool table underneath.
“Ready to get your ass beat?” Montez asked Jet as he chalked his stick.
“This isn’t golf. You know better than to talk that shit in my house.” Jet racked the balls in the center of the table and the game began in earnest.
While they were playing, Montez received a text and checked the screen. It was a message from Desiree, and he responded with a quickThank you.
“What’s that smile about?” Drevon asked. He sat in the corner and sipped his beer, waiting for the game to end so he could play the winner.
“I was smiling?”
“Like a damn Cheshire Cat. Number six, side pocket.” Jet fired off a shot and sank the ball.
“I got a message from Desiree. She went to Kizzie’s Diner and picked up an order of jalapeño poppers and was letting me know she left them at my place.”
Drevon’s eyebrows shot toward the ceiling. “She has a key to your place?”
“Yes, and I have a key to hers,” Montez admitted. He already knew the guys would harass him about that.
Jet, who was about to make another shot, straightened. “It’s like that?”
Montez chuckled. “We gave each other a key for the sake of convenience. For instance, if I’m not at home, Desiree can go inside and wait for me instead of having to sit in the parking lot until I arrive. Don’t make a big deal about this.”
Drevon pointed his bottle at Montez. “We’re talking about you, so we have to make a big deal about it.”
“I’m no different from you two,” Montez said defensively.
“Don’t change the subject. This is aboutyou. A man who swore up and down that he wouldn’t get serious about anyone because he had to make up for all the times he got dissed back in high school. Are you the same person?”
“Must be a different guy.” Jet bent over the table to try his shot.
“All right, all right, I did say that, but it was a long time ago. I meant it then, but things have changed. Real talk, the night I met Desiree, I was already feeling different. I don’t know man, either she changed me or she came along at the right time—whatever the answer, I think she’s the one.”
