God, Sandrine.
“Okay, honey,” I said softly.
“Be there soon. Later.”
“Later.”
I disconnected and my eyes went to Viv.
“They’re close. We’re up,” I told her.
“Have I said today I love him?” she replied.
I smiled, it was freaked, it was happy, it was hopeful.
“No,” I whispered then sighed, “but yeah.”
Then I put the phone on the counter and hustled to the hall bathroom.
* * * * *
I left a fuming, eyes to a movie Vivica and the now sleeping Sandrine in the TV room and walked down the hall to find Knight.
As I was going, Kurt crossed the mouth of the hall.
His eyes came to me, his chin went up, he grunted, “Yo,” but he didn’t break stride and thus disappeared.
As I got to the end of the hall I stopped and looked to the left to the front door to see it closing. Then I looked to the right and saw Knight outside smoking.
I walked there.
He was h*ps against the railing watching me even before I made it to the door.
Once I stepped through and closed it behind me, I said, “She’s sleeping.”
“Good. She wakes up, she’ll feel like f**k but you still do not hesitate to rip that bitch a new f**kin’ asshole.”
I stopped two feet away and pressed my lips together.
“You stopped too soon,” he informed me and I moved the rest of the way.
He instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me so I was resting most of my weight on him. I lifted my hands and placed them light on his chest.
“I’m so sorry, Knight. She ruined our golden Sunday,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, she did and I’m pissed about that. I’m pissed about the state I found her in. I’m pissed I had to deal with that shit. I’m pissed I had to f**k up Kurt’s Sunday off callin’ him in. I’m pissed your posse is here not havin’ a nice dinner and some wine but dealin’ with that shit. And I’m pissed they’re here at all because I have you all day, you wanted me to get inspired and I was lookin’ forward to that.” His arm gave me a squeeze. “But the gig is, Anya, you should be pissed about all this too and a f**kuva lot more than me. This bitch is your bitch and she doesn’t get smart fast, this budding tendency toward creating bad scenes that are gettin’ worse is gonna get outta hand.”
He was so right.
So I agreed quietly, “Yeah.”
“Your other bitch looks fit to be tied and hangin’ on from lettin’ loose by the skin of her teeth. You should be too,” he told me.
“That’s what Viv says.”
“She’s right and so am I.”
I pressed my lips together.