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“I’m only two weeks away from twenty-four.”
“Do you or do you not know who Elmer Fudd is, Delilah?”
She folded her lips together.
He clutched his chest. “Oh, God.”
She burst out laughing, leaning forward until her forehead touched the glove compartment. If he and the rest of the Daniels family ended up seeing eye to eye, Raina would be having his children.
If they wanted children.
Still, for two people who repeatedly said they didn’t, he’d come inside her more times than he could count, and most of those times were with her legs locked around him as she moaned,“Come inside me, Lucas. I want to have your baby.”
“I have colleagues, not friends,” he said. Aside from medicine, his expertise was in keeping people at arm’s length. “And yes, I do drink wine, at home, and I occasionally listen to classical music.”
“What else do you listen to? If you say hip-hop,I’llignite in my seat.”
“I don’t know if your generation would call it hip-hop. The artists I listen to actually open their mouths when they rhyme.”
“Rhyme?You’re not Dr. S anymore.You’re now Luc with a C.ToneLuc.Give me some names, Tone Luc.”
He pointed, a laugh dangerously close to slipping out. “There’s your building.”
“Way at the end of the street. Give me some names. Snoop?”
He didn’t respond.
Her jaw dropped. “You listen toSnoop?What about A Tribe Called Quest?”
He still didn’t respond.
“Dr. S!” She slapped the side of his arm. “Wu-Tang? Mos Def? Warren G?”
“How doyouknow all these names?”
“My mother! Look, my folks are going to love you, especially Momma. Consider this your official invite to our house for the holidays.”
He’d met her family, although it wasn’t in any formal capacity. They were kind, and there was more than enough love to go around. With his wife away from his side for a week and then some, it was nice to think about them still being together for the holidays.
He pulled up in front of Delilah’s building. “You’re home. Now, get out.”
“If you get lonely, Guel will be here this weekend.” She grabbed her bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder. “We can stop by the house.”
“I don’t want company.”
“We’ll bring food.”
“You’re not invited.”
“Of course I am. I’m your sister.” She faced him. “And, you know, there’s this thing called a bus. You might have heard of it. I don’t live that far from campus. If you’re busy, I can take one or call an Uber.”
“If I show up and you’re not there, we’re going to have problems,” he warned. “I don’t want to have to face your sister’s wrath if something happens to you.”
Or face his own grief.
She grabbed the door handle. “Fine, fine. Good night, Tone Luc.”
“Good night, Delilo.”
