Page 30 of The Plus One

Kema pulled the phone away from her ear. “Why are you yelling?”

“Why did Bri just text me asking if you made it home safely?”

Kema’s eyes shot to mine. I covered my mouth. That damn Bri. “I’m home.”

“Clearly. Who took you?”

Kema hesitated. And I smiled. Seeing her struggle to answer her friend was funny to me. When she looked up to see me smiling she flipped me off. “Ace.”

She didn't have the phone on speaker but I could hear Sierra damn near scream through the phone. “ACE WHO?”

I laughed. “Why are you yelling?”

“Because I know damn well you don’t mean Ace Davis.”

“Yes, Sierra. Ace Davis.”

“What the fuck was Ace doing taking you home?”

“He was making sure I got home safe.”

“And where is he now?”

Kema looked directly at me. I lifted my coffee to take a sip enjoying this.

“Kema.”

“What?”

“Where is Ace?”

“He’s here.”

The silence this time lasted even longer. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “At your house?”

“Obviously.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“At eight in the damn morning?”

“Eight forty-three,” I corrected.

Kema’s head snapped toward me. “You are not helping.”

Sierra gasped. “Is that him?”

“No, Sierra. There’s another Ace sitting in my kitchen.”

“Put me on FaceTime.”

“No.”

“Kema.”

“Why?”