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I squeeze his hand in mine. “If you guys need anything at all, let me know.”
His eyes soften. “She told you.”
I nod.
“Shit is fucked.”
“Don’t worry. She’s going to be fine.”
“What’s going on?” Prodigy stares back and forth between us, realizing we’re having a totally different conversation.
“Pam has a lump in one of her tits. She’s gotta get some testing done,” my brother informs him crassly.
“Damn, man. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s not exactly something I want to talk about,” he mutters. Kimber hands him a beer, and he chugs it down, slamming the nearly drained bottle on the table. “I’m out. Call me later if you want to go on another manhunt.” He shoves his chair back with a lift of his chin to Prodigy.
I watch him leave, my heart aching for how worried he must be.
“What’s the plan?” my oldest asks.
“Plan is you go home with Nav. We’ve got some shit to buy for a kitten. Anything changes Nav will know,” my man says.
“Did you decide on a name for the little stinker?”
Kiesha is sprawled out on the living room floor with her new cat dangling a feather hanging from a wand for it to chase and swat. Prodigy is in the kitchen making popcorn for the show we’re about to watch. Kiesha is obsessed with Stranger Things.
Though I’m not thrilled about the cat, I can’t even be mad about it. Kiesha is over the moon and the responsibility will be good for her.
Prodigy insisted on paying for the litter box and food since he’s sprung her on me without asking. I’ve got an appointment with the vet’s office next week. We gave her a bath with dish liquid to rid her of some of the fleas. I was afraid to give her any medication until we figure out how old she is.
“I’m debating. Between princess and creamy.” Her phone pings. She swipes the screen, and her fingers move across the keyboard in a flurry. “Jimmy says I should call her fire ball.”
“Jimmy?” I arch a brow.
“Yeah. He messaged to check on her.”
“I bet he did.”
“He thinks she’s cute.” She holds her phone out to snap a picture of her and the cat.
“I didn’t realize you two text.”
“Well, we exchanged numbers in case of emergency.”
I attempt to tread carefully. “I’m not sure texting him is a good idea. His girlfriend might not appreciate that.”
“Who has a girlfriend?” Prodigy drops down next to me on the couch with the popcorn.
“Jimmy. He’s texting Kiesha to help her decide on a name for the cat. He suggested fire ball.”
He laughs. Then clears his throat. “What are we watching?”
About fifteen minutes later, Kiesha is giggling and running to her room to plug in her phone.
“If this becomes a thing, I may kill you.”
“It’ll be fine.”
