Page 15 of Only a Gemini Will Do

I giggled. “Notmeditating, anddefinitely not fucking ayogainstructor.I don’t even know any male yoga instructors anyway. Do you?”

“I ain’t say it was a man.” She giggled with a wink.

I laughed. “Shut up.”

“Then what is it? It’s gotta be something more than makeup.”

“I’m telling you it’s nothing besides the fact that I’m God’s favorite. That, and this good ol’ Floridian air.”

“Ew. You and I know damn well the air ain’t that damn fresh out there.”

I shifted the phone slightly, adjusting the angle so my belly stayed out of frame. “Whatever, Soleil. Whatchu want, bighead?”

She quietly side-eyed me for a few seconds before speaking. “It’s giving your ass is hiding something, and I don’t like it.”

I smirked. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” I teased as I eased into the driver’s seat.

“Since when did you get good at hiding secrets? Your can’t hold water head ass used to break the minute I looked at you funny. And where are you? Why aren’t you at work right now?”

“Oh my God, can you chill? I just had a check-up. Nothing serious.”

Soleil faked a gasp. “You’re about to kick the fucking bucket, aren’t you?”

“Nobody’s dying, ho. It’s called being a grown ass woman and taking care of myself like I’m supposed to.”

“Mmhm. Well, excuse me. What did the doctor say? They give you a good bill of health?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good, because you look happy.”

I nodded slowly. “Thanks. I . . . am.”

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving next week?”

“I’m meeting up with Brit and Kaneesha. We’re doing our traditional Friendsgiving in Tampa at Brit’s place this year.”

“So, basically, like a makeup for the Fourth of July?”

I nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. What are your plans?”

“Same ol’ same ol’, driving up to Virginia to Mommy’s house. As much as I need a break from sweet potato pies and fried turkeys, I need a break from these bad ass kids more. They’re giving us the whole week off this year, and I’m getting the hell out of here on Friday.”

I chuckled. “I know that’s right. I have to call Mommy back.”

“Yeah, you do. She tells me all the time I’m her favorite child because I’m the only one who returns her calls on time.”

I playfully rolled my eyes skyward as I started to drive. “Whatever. I’m her baby girl. She’ll always have a soft spot for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Call me later. And next time, hold the side of Scooby Doo mystery when I call your ass, okay? I’m your big sister, you troll. I’m allowed to know things.”

“When there’s something to know, you’ll know, okay?”

“Fine. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Love you three,” she replied with a smile before ending the call.