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We talked for another minute before she said, “Okay, so Thanksgiving at Lev’s. I’ll text you the time once we figure everything out.”
“Bet. We’ll be there.”
“All right. Bye, girl. Love you”
“Bye. Love you too.”
I ended the call.
Xay came from the hallway looking pissed.
“You bitch.”
I slowly looked up.
“Who the fuck you talking to, nigga?”
“You know what the fuck you just did.”
“What? Answered my phone?”
“You knew I was standing here.”
“And?”
“Avery.”
“Nigga, I ain’t the one hiding a double life.”
His jaw tightened.
“You are.”
I put Carter in her playpen and handed her one of her toys.
“And now that we all about to be sitting together for Thanksgiving, I know you gonna be shitting on your fucking self in there.”
“Ain’t nobody shitting on they self.”
“Mhm.”
I smiled.
“And I’m bringing Keith.”
That did it.
Forget me answering his wife.
Forget FaceTiming her while he hid in my bedroom like a fucking burglar.
Keith was what got him.
His head snapped toward me.
“You bringing who?”
“Keith.”
