Page 72 of Breeze and Melodie

“Umm, shit. I’m glad I’m living up to your expectations in the bedroom, but . . .”

“I’ve never been this happy in a relationship.”

“You were never meant to be happy with anyone but me. I’m your soul mate and future husband. Don’t tell Raine, but I’m taking her spot as your best friend too.”

“Ha! You’re funny, but she can’t be mad because Shyne has most definitely replaced me in some ways. That’s my sister, though, and you can’t take that spot.”

“She can have it, but back to what you said. How did you expect me to be?”

“You’re a street nigga, so I didn’t expect you to be so . . . openly expressive with your feelings. You love me out loud, and I love that for me.”

“I told you when I proposed, when I love someone, I’m not afraid to show it. The only other women I’ve truly loved are my mama and Raine, and that’s a whole different kinda love than what I feel for you.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. Almost every time you open your mouth, you’re either talking nasty or talking sweet. Either way, you make me horny. I love you so much.”

He smiled, and I think he blushed a little. “Good because I love your beautiful, horny ass too.”

Before I could respond or react to his words, my phone vibrated. Harmonee’s name and picture flashed on my screen. She knew we were at dinner and wouldn’t call unless it was important, so I answered.

“Hey, Sis!”

“Y’all need to get home. Now!” she shouted loud enough for Breeze to hear her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but hurry!”

I ended the call, and Breeze was already on his feet. He left a wad of cash on the table, and when I stood, he took my hand. We rushed out of the restaurant, and he gave our ticket to the valet.

“We have an emergency, so please hurry,” I told the young man.

He nodded and jogged away.

“What do you think happened?” I asked.

“With the way things have been going, it could be anything, but I hope it’s not Tia and her brother again. If it is, I’m?—”

“Don’t say it.”

“They gotta go, Mel. I’m not gon’ keep dealing with this bullshit.”

The valet returned with his truck, and after helping me inside, he slid behind the wheel. He sped all the way home, cutting at least eight minutes off the travel time. As we approached our building, police lights were visible.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled as he haphazardly turned into the parking lot.

I spotted Harmonee talking to one of the officers. As soon as Breeze parked, I hopped out, not waiting for him to open my door. We met at the back of his truck, joined hands, and rushed toward my sister.

“Harm! What’s going on?”

I released Breeze’s hand to embrace my sister. I could tell she was nervous and relieved we were there.

“You must be Melodie,” the officer said.

Breeze responded before I could. “What’s the problem, officer?”

“I think it would be better if she tells you,” he responded, nodding toward Harmonee.

“Sis, tell us what happened?”

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