Page 47 of Heavy Is The Crown

Zahir muttered something under his breath, but before he could say more, the next question hit.

“What’s your partner’s dream vacation?”

Krys exhaled. Easy. He’s never getting this one. She waited for him to stumble. To make up something generic like the Bahamas or Paris.

“Cape Town, South Africa,” Kenyatta answered smoothly, tossing a peanut in his mouth like this was too easy.

Krys sat up straight, her stomach flipping again.

That was right.

It wasn’t something she talked about much, but Cape Town had always been at the top of her list.

Ray’s eyes widened. “Okay, wait. Now, how the hell you know that?”

Before Kenyatta could answer, Zahir let out a loud chuckle, shaking his head. “Man, Krys don’t even like long-ass flights. What is you talking about?”

Krys blinked, staring at him. “…Zahir, shut up.”

The room burst into laughter again.

Kenyatta just grinned, unbothered by Zahir’s outbursts, shifting forward slightly. “Ain’t hard to figure out. She got that ‘soft life but still trill’ energy. Ain’t no basic ass vacation gon’ do it for her. She need luxury but also culture. That’s South Africa all day.”

A murmur of impressed nods rolled through the group. Even Krys had to admit that was a good ass answer.

The next couple of questions went by with ease, each one making it harder to believe this was fake.

“What’s your partner’s go-to drink?”

Krys rapidly fired with no hesitation. “Hennessy, no chaser.”

Kenyatta grinned. “Damn right.”

“What’s one thing your partner always has on them?”

Krys barely hesitated. “A hoodie. I ain’t never seen this man without a hoodie. He has one in the car.”

Laughter filled the room.

Kenyatta gave her a knowing look. “You peep that? Thought you wasn’t paying me no mind?”

She rolled her eyes. “I observe things.”

“What’s your partner’s pet peeve?”

Kenyatta exhaled, sitting forward like he had a real answer for this one. “People who don’t say what they really mean.”

Silence fell over the group.

Krys’ heart skipped. Because yeah, that was dead on.

He tilted his head slightly, watching her, like he knew he just said something that struck different.

“Is that true, Krys?” Sydnee, her cousin, asked, curious now.

Krys blinked, trying to shake whatever this was. She took a slow sip of her wine. “He got lucky.”

Kenyatta let out a low chuckle, like he knew she was full of shit.

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