“Everything okay, Bo?” I ask, keeping my voice deliberately even and unconcerned.
“Yeah, completely. The doctor says my pregnancy is boringly normal. This is a routine visit.”
“September will be here before you know it.”
“And I can’t wait. August is obsessed with the baby.”
“Of course he is.” August is one of the good ones. One of the few men I would trust with my cousin and her daughter Sarai.
“He told me Kenan asked for your number.” Iris lets the comment hang over the airwaves.
“Hmmmm,” I reply, finding a small smile despite the anxiety whirring in my belly. “So that’s how he got it.”
“Well did he call?” Iris demands, excitement and hope all up in her voice.
“You and August are such matchmakers,” I say, avoiding her question. One question will lead to another, and eventually she’ll realize I’ve seen Kenan a few times and we’ve been . . . conversant. Hell, we’ve been kiss-versant.
“Did. He. Call?” Iris persists.
“Text,” I reply, giving her just the tip of what she wants. “He invited me to the Rucker on Saturday.”
“Rucker Park is like the mecca of playground basketball.” I’m not impressed by the awe in Iris’s voice. Unlike me, she loves the game.
“Uh-huh. Whatever. We’ll see. I haven’t decided to go yet.”
There’s silence on the other end for a few seconds, followed by Iris’s big gasp. “Oh, my gosh! He’s the guy!”
“What?” I’m silently begging her not to put things together.
“The guy you told me about before! The one you said you liked. Kenan’s in New York for the summer. You and he—”
“Ooooh, girl, you breaking up,” I reply hastily. “Gotta go.”
“Lo, I will need the details.”
“Bye, Bo. Kiss Sarai for me,” I say and disconnect.