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“Zion, it’s in the same refrigerator it’s been in your whole life!”

Nesha busted out laughing from where she was sitting in the middle of my bed.

“You know kids can’t find shit that’s directly in front of them.”

“He better find it today.”

I went back to packing my overnight bag.

And yes.

Another fucking overnight bag.

I had been spending a lot of time with Levin.

A lot.

Enough that I had finally admitted to myself that Nesha had been right.

This shit was turning into feelings.

I didn’t know exactly what kind yet, and I damn sure wasn’t about to start throwing the word love around. My life was already fucked up enough without me adding that shit to it.

But I liked him.

More than I should’ve.

I missed him when I didn’t see him.

I looked forward to his calls.

Used to him knowing how I took my coffee.

And with everything going on with Xay, Heather, Avery, my niece-slash-my-children’s-sister, my cousin’s son-slash-my-children’s-brother⁠—

Jesus fucking Christ.

I sounded like I was living in some twisted-ass episode of The Brady Bunch.

Nesha was staring at me.

“What?”

“Bitch.”

“What?”

“You got dick all in your eye sockets.”

I slowly turned around.

“Nesha.”

“You do!”

She fell backward on my bed laughing.

“You wouldn’t even know your husband done impregnated Avery and your cousin. Look at you. Skin glowing. Smiling and shit.”