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Then I remembered something else.

Kiana.

“Shit.”

I pulled my phone out.

Me: Come down.

Less than a minute later she came downstairs fully dressed with her purse over her shoulder.

She walked into the kitchen and looked at the two plates.

“You cooked?”

“For my son.”

“I see.”

“You want something?”

“No.”

There went that attitude again.

I walked her toward the side door off the kitchen instead of the front.

She stopped.

“Levin.”

“What?”

“You really got me leaving through the side door?”

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

Then I started laughing.

“Get the fuck out, Kiana.”

“Fuck you.”

“Already did.”

She smacked my chest.

“Asshole.”

opened the door.

She stepped outside, then turned around.

“You calling me later?”

“I’ll call you.”