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“Good. She and Bella got along great, and Precious fell in love just that quickly. She ended up falling asleep in her arms.”
He chuckled. “I swear, if baby girl doesn’t do anything else, she’s gonna make her a friend.”
“Facts.”
“You still on this friend bid, too?”
I sat back in my chair and locked my fingers behind my head. “I’m still offering friendship. I’m not gonna push up on her like that. I really just want to enjoy her company. We have good chemistry, man.”
“You seem sure of yourself. I hope it works out for you in the end. Just be careful. I don’t want things to get messy for you. That is still somebody’s wife until the ink is dried on those divorce papers.”
I heard what he was saying, but the last thing I was worried about was things getting messy for me. Raymond Sinclaire had proven himself to be a weak man. He took more pride in trying to bring down his soon-to-be ex-wife than trying to defend himself against me. I would, however, be careful with Pasha. I would hate for any of the backlash to fall on her for my actions against that bastard.
“I hear you, man,” I said, sitting up.
“Well, since you’re determined to see this through, you can bring her to our game night next week.”
“I almost forgot about that.”
“I invited Malcolm too. He supposed to bring somebody.”
“Would you believe that he’s dating Pasha’s friend? I forgot to tell you that. I learned that when I helped her move.”
“Well, damn. It’s a small world. Shit, maybe you two were meant to cross paths after all.”
I hadn’t thought about that, but maybe he was right. I firmly believe in people coming into your life when they are supposed to. It could be for a season, or it could be for a lifetime. I wanted to know what it was about this woman who grabbed ahold of me and wouldn’t let go. The night we met was supposed to stay just that. My concern should have remained my concern. But something about her embedded itself in me. It was more than worry that filled me when I looked into those pretty brown eyes for the first time.
Chris and I talked for a little while longer before he had to leave for another meeting. I was pretty much done for the day, and it was only around noon. After locking up my office, I said goodbye to everyone and headed out to my car. Settled in the driver’s seat, I unlocked my phone. The first thing I saw was the text thread between Pasha and me. Our most recent conversation was from yesterday. I’d sent her a picture of Precious and me together after I picked her up from day care.
We’d gone shopping, and she asked me about Pasha, so I suggested we send her a picture. That birthed an hour-long video call with her because Precious kept asking me questions about her. She was her mother’s child through and through because she was nosy too. By the time we got back to my house, I decided just to let her ask them herself.
We camped out on my couch while Pasha rested comfortably in her bed. Since she’d been off from work, she said she was just lounging around reading a book. Precious loved books and insisted on showing her favorite one at my house. She was learning to read, and what she couldn’t read, she made up a story using the pictures. It was adorable to watch. Pasha listened attentively as she read her the book, using different voices for the characters. The child reminded me so much of her mother that it was crazy. Bella had a wild imagination as a kid, and so did Precious. Sometimes, I had to look at her and wonder where she was learning some of the things she said.
I chuckled at the memory as I went to her contact and pressed the call button. She answered on the third ring. I could hear the sound of her shuffling about before I heard her voice.
“Hello?”
“Hey, beautiful. How are you?”
“Hey, I’m okay. I’m at work right now, but I go to lunch in about fifteen minutes.”
“I was on my way to grab something to eat. You wanna join me?”
“Um... sure. Lunch would be okay. I’ll meet you outside.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“See you soon.”
We disconnected that call, and I pulled out of the parking lot. I headed over after stopping to get gas and run my car through the wash. I pulled up just as Pasha was walking outside. Throwing the car in park, I got out to open her door.
“Thank you,” she said, offering me a smile as she climbed in.
I nodded and closed the door before returning to the driver’s seat.
“Do you have a taste for anything in particular?”
“I could go for some tacos.”
