Page 65 of Loyalty, Lust, Love

“That was not just any dance class, Bunny. We learned authentic Jamaican dance moves. I can’t wait until we touch down. When we go to the club, everyone will think we’renatives.” Fateema almost fell out in laughter as they walked to his truck. “What’s so funny?”

“We’ll need quite a few more classes to look like natives,” she responded when she calmed down.

They’d arrived at his truck, and he pinned her against the passenger side door. “A lot of those moves are sexy, and we can start practicing as soon as we get back to my place.”

He kissed her lips before she said, “I hope you’re planning to feed me before we do any more sexy moves.”

“Of course. Let’s go.”

He helped her get inside his truck, and once he was settled behind the steering wheel, they were on their way.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Oh my God. Everything doesn’t have to be a surprise, Lynx.”

“Okay. We’re going to get something to eat.”

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I guess I’ll be surprised.”

“Maybe I’ll come see you next weekend, and we can find a Jamaican dance class in Chicago.”

“I’ll see you in Jamaica in two weeks. You don’t?—”

“If you’re about to tell me I don’t have to come see you, save it.”

“But it’s not necessary when?—”

“Save it, Bunny.”

She put her hand up in surrender. “Saving it. How much longer before we’re there?”

“Not much longer.”

She pulled out her phone and looked through all the pictures they’d taken that evening to pass the time. One of them reminded her of a picture they’d taken in high school, making her smile.

“Do you remember that picture we took when you got your first car?”

“Yeah. It was the screen saver on my phone for a long time.”

She waited until he stopped and gave him her phone. “Doesn’t this remind you of that picture?”

“Damn! We’ve barely aged, if I do say so myself.”

“Right. No one would guess the pictures were taken over ten years apart.”

When the light turned red, she took her phone and continued scrolling through pictures. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a burger joint. She looked up and couldn’t help but smile.

“You don’t know how much a juicy burger and strawberry shake would hit the spot right now. My day has been made.”

“You haven’t tasted the food.”

“You better have done your research before bringing me here. If it’s trash, I’m on the next flight back to Chicago.”

Ignoring her threat, he got out and went to the passenger side to open the door.

“I’m not worried,” he said, addressing her threat.