Page 9 of Out of Bounds
“Dog, shut up and hit the ball!” I shouted.
“Nawl, Dolla.” Deuce shook his head. “Newbie thinks he knows so much. I’m ’bout to beat that ass and send him home to Reba.”
“You ain’t gone beat shit!” Flipping his sun visor backward, Jrue hiked up his shorts and angled his golf club. “Watch this, Dolla.”
The man swung the club, and instead of hitting the ball, he hit air. I almost fell out of my seat from laughing so hard.
Sitting down at the table, Deuce tossed back his shot. “Yep… that swing just told me all I needed to know. Yo’ ass can’t golf worth shit.” He laughed.
Jrue frowned. “I was practicing.”
“Practicing, my ass. Thank God you can throw a ball ’cause if this is what we had to deal with… our asses wouldn’t win no games,” he said just to fuck with Jrue.
“Coming from the nigga who almost got cut from the team…”
“Fuck you, aight.” Deuce flipped Jrue off.
Kovi held off on giving in to Deuce’s contract demands until after Koya and he tied the knot. As long as it took them to agree, we all thought Deuce was going to be playing for the Dolphins next year. My ass was happy that they could come to some type of agreement ’cause I couldn’t picture myself stepping out on that field without my nigga beside me. Everything worked out the way it was supposed to, though, and for now, all was right in my world.
Pulling into the parking lot,I shifted my truck into park and peered in the rearview mirror at Kree. Today, it was just the two of us because he had a midday doctor’s appointment, and after being poked and prodded, he was fussy. I’d sat outside of the clinic for damn near thirty minutes trying to get him to sleep. After he drifted off, I decided to stop by Publix so that I could grab something to cook for dinner.
While Kree and I were at the doctor’s office, Kreed had taken the girls to the movies. Hitting the phone on the car screen, I dialed his number and leaned against the headrest. When the call connected, that raspy voice that I loved greeted me. “What’s up, baby?”
“Hey. I was just checking in. How are the girls?”
“They’re good. We ’bout to stop by Chipotle so I can feed them before bringing their chatty asses home.” He chuckled.
“Cool. Any ideas for dinner?”
“Nawl. I’m cool with whatever.”
“Okay…” I sighed.
“What’s wrong? Why you sounding defeated?” he quizzed.
“I don’t want to wake Kree up.” I giggled softly. “He was not happy about that appointment.”
“When is he ever? But you need to go ahead and get him up so he won’t be up tonight.”
“I know…” I exhaled and took another glance at Kree, who was resting so peacefully in his car seat. “I shouldn’t be long.”
“We will be at the house by the time you get there.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“I love you more,” Kreed affirmed before ending the call.
Unfastening my seat belt, I fished my bag off the seat and threw it across my body before sliding out of the car. Once I’d gotten Kree out of the back seat and loaded into the shopping cart, I ambled into the store in search of something quick to cook.
Seven different personalities resided in my house, which meant seven different taste buds. I wanted to grill some salmon, but Sophie, my six-year-old, detested fish. If I did chicken breast, Aurora would only eat it if it was blackened. Those were the types of things that I dealt with on a daily basis.
Deciding to keep it simple, I selected lamb gyros and a Greek salad. I was standing in the middle of the aisle, trying to decide on which brand of Kalamata olives to throw in the cart, when I heard someone call my name. Tilting my head to the side, I spotted the woman whom I’d seen last week in Lululemon. This was the second time I’d seen her and still couldn’t figure out why her face was so familiar.
“What’s up?” I asked and swiped pitted olives off the shelf.
“You’re Dolla’s wife?” she asked as if the world didn’t have a clue of my existence.
“I am. But you knew that already,” I noted and narrowed my eyes at her.
