Page 51 of A Lick and A Promise
“We’re friends,” I stated.
“I’ll tell you what,” Jessie began. “If Eric gave me a hint of what we could be, then did…whatever, and took it away, expecting me to be his friend, no way in fuck I’d be nursing his ass after he got shot. Even if I did agree to be his friend.”
“Same with Cap,” Raye put in.
“Well, I’d probably look after Javi,” Harlow mumbled.
She totally would, and that was one of the reasons Harlow was so awesome.
“You aren’t me, and Cap and Eric aren’t Knox,” I said.
They went back to staring at me, now with worry.
“It’s okay,” I told them.
“What does he want to talk about?” Harlow asked a pertinent question.
Because…yeah.
What did he want to talk about?
“Right, so the road to us being functional friends hasn’t been smooth. As you know. We’ve been avoiding each other a lot.”
There were a variety of responses to that including verbal chuffs and eye rolls.
I kept at it.
“And I kinda got in his face yesterday because, clearly, I had a few things to get off my chest. So my guess is, he wants us to finally put all the crap behind us and figure things out so now that it’s all out there, we can all be one big happy posse without that mess dragging us down.”
Or at least that was my guess.
“And we’re making progress,” I told them. “He had breakfast waiting for me when I showed this morning to make sure he was good.”
They kept staring at me.
Then they stared at each other.
They went back to staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You went by this morning?” Harlow inquired.
I nodded.
Jessie opened her mouth.
“Nope,” Raye said, cutting her off.
Jessie shut her mouth.
“What?” I repeated.
“Girl, you need to figure your shit out,” Raye told me.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be you figuring your shit out,” Raye stated.
