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“My woman.”

“You fucked Lorna.”

“And I’m trying to correct my mistake.”

My phone buzzed again.

Keith looked at it.

I didn’t.

For once, I didn’t feel like jumping every time Xay called.

I picked up my wine instead.

Keith smiled.

“There she go.”

“What?”

“That Avery I know.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying.”

My phone buzzed one more time.

I reached over, put that bitch on Do Not Disturb and went back to cutting my steak.

Keith’s eyebrows went up.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.”

He laughed and raised his glass toward me.

I picked mine up and tapped it against his.

Maybe diamonds couldn’t buy forgiveness.

But steak, wine, diamonds and a fine-ass nigga sitting across from me apologizing?

Shit.

It was a decent fucking start.

The Range Rover smelled like weed, cologne and that expensive-ass leather shit.

Keith drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the console. One phone was plugged into the CarPlay playing music while the other one kept vibrating in the cupholder every few minutes.

Typical Keith.