Page 54 of A Major Love

“Did you change your security code?”

“I didn’t think I needed to because I took his key.”

“Did you call the police?”

“No. He left and turned the alarm back on like nothing happened. The police wouldn’t see any sign of forced entry and would have to break the door down,” she explained.

“You were planning to handle this shit alone?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Major, and I live hundreds of miles from my family. I’m used to handling things alone, or at least until my father or brother can get to me.”

“You have me now, so you don’t need to call either of them or handle the shit alone, especially something like this. Has your ex contacted you?”

“Not until this morning after you called. The conversation didn’t go well, and I blocked him, but he started calling from his work phone. Ultimately, I blocked that number too.”

The thought of my woman being harassed pissed me off. She definitely wasn’t going back to Onyx City alone.

“He wanted to lure you back to town. What time will your flight land?”

“Major, you’re busy. You don’t have to?—”

“I’m never too busy to make sure you’re safe. What time?”

“Eleven.”

Onyx City was two hours from Atlanta, and it would probably take me an hour to rent a car. I could be there in three hours.

“I’ll pick you up from the airport,” I told her.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“Be safe. I love you too.”

I ended the call and immediately called Brax.

“What up?” he answered.

“I need you to rent a car. We’re going to Onyx City.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain on the way.”

“Fine. I’ll get right on it. Hit up Jrue and meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes,” he told me.

“Bet.”

What a difference a day made.Last night, the shift in Major’s mood threw me for a loop. It wasn’t as if I expected us to never have any problems, but his attitude toward me changed out of nowhere.

In my younger years, I probably would’ve cried and begged until he told me what was wrong. As a woman in my thirties, I wouldn’t cry or beg for shit when I knew I’d done nothing wrong.

When Major wasn’t forthcoming after I asked him what was wrong a few times, he didn’t have to worry about me asking again. Either he’d tell me, and we’d smooth things over and move forward, or he wouldn’t, and I’d move forward. What wouldn’t happen was me losing a second of sleep over it.

I was half asleep when he called this morning, but I could still tell by the tone of his voice that he regretted his behavior the night before. Not long after my call with Major ended, my phone rang again. I answered quickly, thinking it was Major again, but to my surprise, it was Jordan.

“Yes, Major,” I answered.