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That one made me look twice.

Not because I had a problem with Tyrell.

I didn’t know that nigga like that.

But I did know Tyler had just been downstairs in my bowling alley, and I also knew he’d recently been fucking the man’s wife.

Now everybody was about to sit around the same Thanksgiving table.

I looked over at Tyler.

He looked at me.

I raised an eyebrow.

This nigga smiled and took a drink.

Yeah.

Niggas were fucking stupid.

By one-something, my house was full.

Music playing.

Kids running around.

Football on one TV.

Food everywhere.

People talking over each other.

Henry had Charlene somewhere showing her around. Tyler was posted up drinking and talking shit. Destiny and Ebony had gotten comfortable. The women had taken over half my kitchen even though I kept telling everybody the fucking food was already handled.

And Sam?

Sam was trying her damnedest not to look at me.

Which only made me keep looking at her.

Every time I caught her somewhere across the room, her eyes went somewhere else.

I smiled every fucking time.

Petty?

Probably.

Did I care?

Not even a little bit.

She looked good too.

Real fucking good.

Nothing that looked like she’d tried too hard.