Page 45 of Comfort of A Man
“No. I don’t have a reason to hide. He reached out to me, and not the other way around. You would think that he wouldn’t want me to get close to you.” I dropped my forehead to hers to partially hide my mouth. “If you were my wife, no way I would leave you alone on a night that you've probably been planning for months. Good job, by the way.”
Jamaica scowled and retorted, “That’s because he knows he has nothing to worry about. I honor my vows.”
“And not the man?” I smiled and pulled her into my arms briefly before twirling us and placing space back in between us. “He should be very worried.”
Her forehead wrinkled before she warned, “Freedom...”
I smiled. “Jamaica.”
“Ooh...you know I can’t really say what I want.” She pressed her head against my chest and hissed, “I see you’re still ridiculously stubborn, and I’m not a pawn between whatever game you and Kody are playing now. Nothing is going to happen between us.”
Dipping my head beside hers, I countered, “We’ll see.”
Jamaica stepped back and said with a forced smile, “I’m so glad this song is almost over.”
Tugging her back to me, I whispered against her ear. “We’re far from over, baby. I want to meet Jamie.”
Her body stiffened, and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and nervous.
“People are staring. Smile. I’ll text you later so we can really catch up.” I kissed her cheek, stepped back, and clapped with the crowd. Someone handed me a mic. “Yeah. Yeah...yeah...I owe you a couple of songs.” I pointed to Jamaica. “Give her a round of applause for being a good sport and making this night magical.”
Once again, she smiled weakly and waved before slipping back out of the hall. This time, I was confident that we would see each other again.
She had a piece of me for the last fifteen years, and it was time for me to be whole.
