Page 92 of Perfect Rhythm
“Aye, man,” Trace said as he peeked through the doorway. “Your boy is out here clowning.”
“Who? Ocean?”
“Nah, Mecca.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he’s all up in your brother’s face talking shit. You better come do something before Ocean swings on his ass.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I gotta go.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Shit, I don’t know. But don’t forget to hit me up before you go to sleep.”
“Okay.”
I ended the call and raced out of the office.
Hopefully, I wasn’t too late.
36
ELI
“Alright. I got this. Things aren’t perfect, but I can still fix it,” I murmured under my breath as I stepped into Nyx’s apartment building. My hands were full. Flowers, clothes, jewelry. I’d pulled out all the stops. There was no way she wouldn’t see how serious I was about making things right between us.
I hit the elevator button and waited, hands full and nerves buzzing. When the doors slid open, I stepped aside and gestured for the woman behind me to go first.
She walked past, and I took her in. Lean frame, defined legs, office wear that still managed to look sexy as hell. She was gorgeous.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you,” she said as she turned to face me, “but I can’t help but feel like you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”
Pleased to be recognized, I adjusted my collar with my free hand and smiled. “Um, yeah, you might know me from?—”
“The Bridgewoods!” she blurted. “Oh my God. I love that soap. You’re amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“Wow, this is crazy. I’m meeting a real-life actor.”
“Yep, in the flesh.”
She rambled around in her purse, then pulled out her phone. “Can I get a picture with you? My friends back home will never believe it. I just moved here.”
“Of course you can.” I placed the shopping bags down and leaned in so she could take a few selfies. The smell of fresh vanilla and coconut milk radiated off her skin. “You smell delicious. What’s that you’re wearing?”
“Thank you. I wish I could tell you. It was a gift, and I haven’t quite remembered the name yet.”
Nodding, I returned to my spot on the other side of the elevator and grabbed my bags. “Well, it smells really nice on you. I might have to grab a bottle for my fiancé.”
“Oh, you’re engaged?” She questioned, seeming somewhat disappointed. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. I’m actually on my way to see her now.”
“I see. I guess that explains all of the shopping bags. She’s one lucky girl.”
“Yes, she is. But I must say, I’m the lucky one. Not everyone has the luxury of finding their soulmate, you know?”
