Page 55 of Breeze and Melodie

“Calm down, Raine. A lot happened yesterday, so don’t fuss at him too much. To answer your questions, I’m ten weeks?—”

“Oh my God. I’m only two weeks ahead of you. I’m so excited.”

“Me too, sis.”

“Wait, if you’re ten weeks, were you pregnant when Sean attacked you?” Yvonne questioned.

“Probably in the very early stages, and thankfully, the babies are okay.”

“I can’t imagine what Breeze would’ve done to Sean if he made you lose those babies,” Yvonne continued.

“I haven’t known Breeze very long, but something tells me Sean would be pushing up daisies had that happened,” Mari added.

Raine and I exchanged a look that we hoped Yvonne and Mari missed. We’d only discussed the possibility of Breeze killing Sean once. Deep down, we knew that was probably the case, but we knew not to ask.

“Speaking of Sean . . . Y’all remember that Arielle woman who came up here questioning me about him?”

“Yeah,” they replied simultaneously.

I went on to tell them about what happened as we left the doctor’s office the previous day. Of course, they were shocked and ready to beat Arielle’s ass on my behalf.

“I feel bad that she miscarried, but her blaming me is insane.”

“It sounds like she might be mentally unstable,” Yvonne commented.

“Yeah. Something ain’t right about her. Breeze is worried about her knowing where I work.”

“As he should be, but if she brings her ass back up here, I got something for her,” Raine said.

“And if you call yourself trying to fight while carrying Shyne’s baby, he’s gon’ have something for you,” Mari reminded her.

“Tell her again,” Yvonne said. “If she’s bold enough to show her face around here again, you two better let me and Mari handle it.”

“Breeze wants to take me to the gun range and for me to get licensed to carry. I think we should all do it.”

“That’s a good idea. I’m probably super rusty. Keep us posted about the details,” Raine requested.

“Will do. Let me finish telling y’all what happened.”

“There’s more?” Mari asked, surprised.

“I told y’all a lot happened. After our appointment, we went to OC Eatery. I’ll skip over the part about the vibrating toy Breeze had me put in my panties and get straight to it.”

“Umm, please do,” Raine said with a frown.

“Shit. He ain’t my brother. Feel free to tell me about this toy you speak of,” Yvonne said.

“He saw it on a Flikstagram ad, and?—”

“Seriously, Mel. What the hell happened at OC Eatery?” Raine interrupted.

“It’s not what, it’s who.”

The three of them looked at me strangely for a moment before Raine said, “Tia?”

“Bingo. I went to the bathroom to umm . . . clean myself up, and when I got back, Tia stood near our table. I could tell by her body language that she was talking shit.”

I described my exchange with her and how Breeze seemed to glaze over their conversation when I asked him about it.

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