Page 54 of Smoke

“I wouldn’t mind a few at some point. Now that my brother and his wife are expecting, my mama is starting her shit aboutme settling down, finding a wife, and giving her grandbabies too.”

“How do you feel about marriage?”

“I’m not against it. It just hasn’t been on my immediate agenda.” He peered over at me again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“This nigga… is he baby girl’s father too?”

“No. Korri’s father passed away in a car accident four years ago.”

He nodded. “You have any other ties to him besides this baby?”

“No. To be honest, I wouldn’t care if he just fucking disappeared.”

“Duly noted,” he said as we pulled into the parking lot of a barbeque spot.

“Devin.”

“You hungry?”

“I could eat, but Devin, what does that mean?”

“They have the best fucking ribs here. Ms. Janice don’t play around in the kitchen.”

He completely ignored my question as he got out and came around to open my door. My mind was reeling with thoughts that I’d inadvertently put a hit out on my baby daddy. Did I want Patrick gone? Yes. Did I want Devin to do it? No… yes. Maybe?

After helping me out of the car, we headed inside where the hostess immediately sat us in a secluded section. My belly and I eased into the booth while Devin slid in next to me. Our server appeared and grabbed our drink orders before leaving us with menus to look over.

Devin leaned back and tossed his arm over the back of the booth. “You got a taste for anything?”

“Um, could you recommend something?”

“I can order for you.”

“Should I trust you with that?”

He chuckled, and that panty wetting smile produced a dimple I hadn’t noticed before.

“Don’t I look like I eat good?”

His question had a hint of sexual undertone. At least I thought it did. Either I was horny, or I was tripping. I thought back to our first training session when I felt his dick against my stomach. This man would absolutely ruin my walls if he ever slid inside me.

Then there was the kiss. That kiss, as innocent as it was, it did something to me. Looking at him now, my eyes drifted to those soft, juicy lips on his face. If he’d really kissed me, I just knew I’d be weak in the knees. I bet he sucked a mean cli?—

“Romi?” he called, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“You good?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I cleared my throat. “You said something about ribs?”

“The honey chipotle are the best flavor. Pregnant women can eat spicy food in moderation, right?”

“We can. Sides?”

“The redskin mashed potatoes, grilled corn, and baked beans are good too.”

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