“I appreciatethat.”
“And, woman,” Princess chimes in as the Georgia heat beats down on us. “Know you have marks, babe. But you’re gonna fuckin’ melt, you keep wearin’ long sleeves andpants.”
My heart pounds hard in my chest. Yes, it’s hot, and sweat pours from everywhere possible. Exposing myself though, I don’t know if I can do it. In front of Green is one thing, in front of everyone else isanother.
“Not ready for thatyet.”
“Better get ready, or you’re gonna fuckin’ melt.” Princess and Bristyl begin laughing, and I can’t help but join in. Day one with my new life is going prettywell.
“Oh!” Bristyl calls out, running into the building like her ass is on fire. She comes out holding two bags. “I wentshopping.”
Tears well in my eyes. “Thankyou.”
“I would’ve taken you with me”—she shrugs—“but I know you’re doing babysteps.”
Standing and pulling Bristyl tightly into my arms, I whisper in her ear, “Love you. Thank you forthis.”
“Anytime.”
I pull back, holding her at arm’s length, and ask, “Did you get meunderwear?”
She bursts out laughing. “Babe, I got you enough to last twoweeks.”
A smile forms on my face. “I’ve missedyou.”
She grips me again, “You’re here. No more missing betweenus.”
Having Bristyl around is one of the best gifts. Now to have Green come back safe and sound, that’s thegoal.