Page 16 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
“No can do.” Lyric shakes her head. “All I’ll say is that he’s a handsome, rich Black man.”
“Ranson Hamilton.” Aimee dishes out the green beans and puts them in a serving dish.
Lyric’s eyes light up in shock for a brief moment, but unfortunately, Aimee notices.
Aimee eyes grow wide. Her mouth opens and raises her arms in victory.
“It’s about him, isn’t it? I was right. Shit, I was just guessing.”
This is what happens when your people have known you for years.They can catch your every tell, even before you can.
“But how?” Lyric takes the potatoes out of the oven.
“I don’t know.” Aimee takes the veggies to the dinner table.
“Aimee, please don’t get me fired.” Lyric shakes her head and carries the potatoes to the table.
Aimee raises her right hand. “I promise on my love for Blair Underwood I will not get you fired. May I never get to meet him, if I do.”
“And I swear on my love for Yahya Abdul-Mateen.” Bridget raises her right hand.
“And I swear on my love for Lenny Kravitz.” Suchi raises her right hand.
Damn, they’re serious.
They all take a seat and pass around the food filling their plates.
“Don’t worry, girl, we got you. You know that,” Suchi says.
“Now tell us what’s going on?” Bridget asks.
“All I’ll say is that it involves money and family bullshit.” Lyric picks up a piece of Salisbury steak with her fork.
“I bet it has to do with Ranson’s angel investing and his dad. Probably someone his dad hates needs money for their business,” Aimee guesses.
Lyric drops her fork. “How the fuck are you doing this?”
“I mean, it’s not that hard to discern. You said it was about money and family, and we know Ranson is involved. It was really process of elimination.”
“Plus, you basically told us,” Bridget jokes.
“Yeah, and if it was about pussy, then it would involve Braxton. Speaking of which, I’d fuck the living shit out of him,” Aimee says.
“Seriously? You turn every conversation into sex.” Bridget chortles.
“Yeah, and you heffas go along with it every time. Now quickly, which Hamilton brother are y’all fucking? Braxton or Ranson. The other ones are too young. And don’t think just say it.”
“Braxton,” Bridget answers.
“Braxton,” Suchi says.
“Ranson,” Lyric replies.
They all look at her and smirk.
“What? Ranson is fine,” Lyric argues.
“He is. No doubt about that, but it’s interesting that you picked him and you’re currently working with him. That’s all,” Bridget says innocently.
