Page 2 of Grace's Revelation
Dana peeled off her jacket. “God, I’m so hot.”
I nodded.
“What happened this morning after you left?” She stared at me. “You look different.”
“No I don’t.”
“Okay, no you don’t. What the fuck do I know.” She went back to studying the menu. Apparently, the baby wasn’t done ordering.
When I didn't speak, she stopped and looked up at me again.
Her gaze hit my forehead. She sent subliminalspill itvibes into my brain.
I turned away.
“Something happened, I can feel it all over you.” She leaned in and sniffed. “You had sex.”
I leaned back.
“What…” I took the cloth napkin off the table and opened it with a flourish before I placed it on my lap. “How can you possibly know that?”
Wait.
I covered my mouth with my hand. I didn’t mean to admit it. At least not that quick.
“Oh shit. You did.” She laid her hands flat on the table.
“Shh.”
“With who.” Dana tapped her fingers like she was playing a piano. “Who could you have possibly met up with between last night and now.”
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, Dana’s expression changed from a girlfriend expecting some juicy gossip to a disapproving scowl.
She was a perceptive pregnant woman.
“I’ll tell you because I need your help, and advice, but as a friend, not as a club member. I need you to be on my side and not want to rally the troops to go kick some SouthEast Dragon’s ass for putting his hands on me…”
She put her hands back on her belly and cradled the bump.
“It was Mase.” She glared at me.
“Yeah.” I looked down at the table.
“Put his hands on you how?” She narrowed her eyes.
I folded the top of the turtleneck down.
“You’re into that type of stuff.” She leaned back. “I’m impressed.”
“It didn’t happen during sex.” I sighed. “I told him about the night I left and about Cason.”
“He was pissed.” She rocked back and forth. “Worst excuse in the world to put his hands on you like that." She sighed. "Gracie!”
“What?”
“You know better.” She shook her head.
