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“I heard what you said,” she yelled. “Now get the hell out!”

As soon as I made it into the hallway, she slammed the door behind me.

I walked back to the elevator, wondering what the hell had just happened and debating whether I should go back and ask her about Melvin.

No, she would have told me if she wanted to, I reasoned. The thought resonated with me as I took the elevator down to the first floor.

Fuck you, Rose, I thought as I went outside.

I needed a drink.

Sitting at a bar a few blocks away from my apartment, nursing a drink, my phone rang. I dug it out of my pocket, seeing the strange number Jahmir had called me from again.

What now?

I ignored the call, hoping the problem would go away on its own.

CHAPTER 21

Rose

After Warren left, I grabbed my phone and sent Kim a text message, telling her to come over for drinks. She agreed immediately.

I went to my bedroom and got dressed while waiting for her, all the while wondering what the hell was Warren’s problem. I had gone out with Melvin only once, and we hadn’t done anything. And even if we had, it was none of Warren’s damn business.

It wasn’t like I was playing both men.

I grew angrier about the situation the more I thought about it. By the time Kim arrived half-an-hour later, I was fuming.

She came in and closed the door behind her. “Where’s the wine?”

“In here,” I said, walking toward the kitchen.

She followed me as I retrieved a bottle of wine and opened it on the counter.

“Grab some glasses,” I said.

“You’re not with Warren tonight?”

“Ugh. Don’t even get me started.”

“What did he do?” she asked, opening the cupboard to get glasses.

“He came over demanding to the know the truth, but didn’t come out and accuse me of anything. I don’t get it.”

“Did he find out about that Melvin guy?”

“I don’t know how he would. Unless Melvin is talking to him again…”

“If that was the case, Warren probably would have said something.”

“Right.” I poured us each a full glass of the mid-range quality red wine.

Kim lifted her glass. “Here’s to a girls’ night out then.”

“A girls’ night in, rather.” We clinked the glasses together.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.