Page 34 of Terms of the Flight

“All? Yeah, no. Do you have a red pen?” I asked Da’ana.

Da’ana held her hand out and materialized a red pen out of nowhere. I lifted a brow, then pointed down at the pen.

“Where the hell you get this pen from?”

Da’ana smiled and placed the pen in my open hand.

“I came prepared. I knew you were going to need this.”

I tapped my two fingers together in the clock-it gesture. Then I made my way over to the table to have a seat to really look over the contract. I continued to read over the rules.

Da’ana tapped the contract. “He gets a gold star for that one.”

“Agreed. Now this one, I don’t know. Do you think we should involve our families?” I asked, pointing down at number 4.

Da’ana walked into the kitchen to grab two wine glasses, then the bottle from the fridge. I looked at the clock over her shoulder that read 4:00 p.m. I shrugged, and she walked over, placing the glasses in front of us before filling them.

“Well, you really can’t hide it, and you know how your people are. They aren’t going for you flaunting this man on social media but never meeting him. Not to mention, they know you never introduce a man online more than once.”

I groaned.

I knew she was right, but I hated feeling like I was doing all of this for money. I was essentially getting their hopes up that I’d found someone, only for it to not be real. I also knew this was something I should have thought about before I texted them.

“You’re right. Now this one is something I can get behind,” I said, pointing at number 5.

Da’ana and I looked at each other. “Spend dat shit!” we said in unison, then burst into laughter.

I picked up my glass of wine and took a drink. I would be crazy not to sign this damn thing. He wasn’t a hard man to pretend with.

“I think I can amend my disdain for number 2, for rule number 8. So I’m just going to turn this red check into a heart.”

Da’ana was taking a sip of her drink and practically choked. I knew she’d just read number 8.

“Yeah, go head and make that adjustment, sis.”

I went back up to the checkmark by number 2 and turned it into a heart, then I colored it in. I had to. I couldn’t be sitting around here leaving boneless hearts.

Finally, I made it to the last rule.

I sat with this final rule for a moment, then skipped the rest of the legal jargon and signed my name on the dotted line next to his.

“Um, Sista Cat. So we just signing shit now?” Da’ana asked with a lift of her brow.

I shrugged.

“The man isn’t the damn devil. It should be fine, and I’m winded with all of this. Everything seems straightforward.”

“I’m sure it does. Until that man is asking you to hand over some of your goods because it was on line fifty-five of the contract.”

I stood from the table with a shrug, then grabbed my wine glass.

“Well, I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now, do you want to do this movie day or not?”

Da’ana rolled her eyes and took another sip of her wine, then shooed me.

“You know I do. I need to tell you about this new storyline I have too! You’ve become an inspiration, girl. Now go get changed.”

I glanced down at my uniform and then back up at her.