Chapter 3
“Can I help you with something?”
I knew exactly who he was and why he was there. Seeing a tall, hulking figure lurking around in my back yard might have alarmed me if Syre hadn’t already let me know what to expect. Well, actually, he said a big, tall cornbread-fed nigga was starting tonight. It pissed me off that he never considered that I might want to vet some of the numbskulls that he hired to hang around and guard my house like it was the White House.
I knew very little about my family business, and I liked it that way. I couldn’t convince Syre that having me under constant surveillance only brought more attention to me. The closest I’d gotten to talking some sense into him was getting him to allow the people working on my security detail to wear plain clothes. Hence, the fine ass nigga standing in my back yard dressed in a basketball jersey looking like he could have been in the league.
It didn’t matter how sexy he was or how good the woodsy cologne he wore smelled as I stepped closer. Anyone working for Syre was considered the opposition. He was a spy on a good day, and in the event that he decided to stop spying on me for Syre, he would be fired. His presence was more of a nuisance than anything.
“Please don’t tell me I’m stuck with a stupid one this time.” I sighed, knowing that all Syre cared about was security.
He didn’t care if the man could form an intelligible sentence or not as long as he would jump in front of a bullet to protect me like a trained monkey. The new hire’s presence annoyed me for the simple fact that he was standing in my yard to help Syre keep tabs on me.
“I knocked on the door, but no one came,” he finally spoke.
The bass in his voice only disarmed me for a beat. How the hell was Syre able to find a man like this and I wasn’t? Figures that he would be a fuck boy no matter which one of us ran across him first. It didn’t matter that he was hired to take care of me. I didn’t want him here.
“That gave you the right to snoop?” I asked, tilting my head.
“I’m sure you’re aware of the details of my assignment. I was securing the area,” he explained.
I scoffed and took a few steps to close the space between us. “There’s nothing to secure.”
“And I plan to keep it that way.” He shrugged.
“You like doing what you’re told, I see. If you want to make yourself useful around here, I’m having killer cramps right now. Can you run down to the dollar store and grab some pads and Midol? Not the generic crap either. I need the real deal.”
Since he wanted to do his job so badly, I would make him an errand boy like the last two security guys. I didn’t need him in my way. Just like the last guy, I would keep him busy and out of my face as much as possible.
“Pads? Like maxi pads?” he asked as if I were speaking a foreign language.
“I prefer the expensive ones with wings. Let me show you,” I said, removing my phone from my back pocket.
Shaking his head, he held up his hand to stop me from showing him my phone screen. “I’m not buying fucking maxi pads, shorty. Are you kidding me?”
“There’s nothing else for you to do here. I was about to head to the store. Since you’re here now, you can go for me.”
“Did you not just hear what I said?” he asked, stretching his eyes for emphasis.
“No. I wasn’t listening. Make sure you get the ones in the purple box and extra strength on the pills,” I said, sliding my credit card into his pocket before turning to head back in the house.
If he insisted on being here, I wasn’t going to make it easy on him. He was Syre’s bitch, not me. If he hung around long enough, I would make him mine. I didn’t look back until I was inside the house. When I looked out of the kitchen window, he was still standing in the back yard looking crazy. This was going to be fun.
I laughed to myself as I went back to my task of creating a new smoothie and juice flavor. Since the season was changing, I wanted to add some limited time drinks to the menu. At the time, I was working on a carrot cake smoothie. The ginger, vanilla, apple, and carrot blend was almost perfect. It just needed a little tweaking.
I was doing everything I could to keep myself busy after the fall out with Trevor. I felt like an idiot for not seeing him for the scum bag he was. Psalm was gracious enough to send me the full report on him complete with two separate closed sexual assault cases. He’d paid the first victim for her silence, but it didn’t look like the second one was going down so easily. If that weren’t enough, he’d tested positive for MDMA which he also used to drug those girls apparently.
A handsome guy with plenty of money had no reason to drug and take advantage of women when there were so many women willing to give it up just for clout. I would never understand a man like Trevor, nor did I want to take a deep dive into a mind that would do such things.
I was starting to feel bad about the way I had spoken to Syre’s new flunky. I walked to the living room and parted the blinds to see if he was on post. I was surprised to find that he wasn’t there. My cars were the only ones in the yard. I wasn’t sure if he had quit or went to pick up the stuff I requested. Either way, I was glad he was out of my hair for however long.
I headed back to the kitchen and removed the lid from the pot on the stove. When I was stressed out, I cooked. For the past week, I’d had a taste for my mom’s famous loaded potato and broccoli soup. It smelled beautiful. It was almost done, but I would let it simmer for a few more minutes while the bread baked. I bought a few loaves of sourdough bread and hollowed them out to use as bowls. Ten more minutes was all I needed for a savory late-night dinner.
Since I had been so rude to the man Syre sent here to protect me, it was only right that I make enough for him. If he didn’t want to take it, that was fine too. I was so tired of dealing with losers. My prying family didn’t make it any better. I knew Syre and my brother Maven would have been happy if I just gave up on dating altogether. I knew their plan was to annoy the hell out of me until I caved, but I refused to let them dictate my life.
I took the bread out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove. It was perfectly crusty, so I grabbed a ladle to fill both of them with soup. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the mouth-watering aroma from the steam wafting from the soup. I couldn’t wait to dig in. I did a little dance as I walked over to the fridge to grab a block of sharp cheddar that would go great with the warm bread and soup. I continued to roll my body to the beat in my head as I grated a ton of cheese over the soup. This was about to be so good.
“Tiny dancer, I think I got everything you so eloquently requested.” Hearing another voice in the room startled me.
I held my chest as I turned around to see who had given me a mild heart attack.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?” I asked my new security guy.
He chuckled as if my question was absurd “Like that worked out so well for me earlier. Besides, I figured you would be expecting me seeing how you sent me out to run your do-boy errands.”
I pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress the grin playing on my face, but I was sure he saw it by the way a sexy crooked smile curled his own lips.
“Did you get everything I asked for?” I asked, changing the subject.
“See for yourself,” he said, placing one of the bags he was holding on the island in front of me.
I walked over and removed the contents of the bag, doing inventory as I placed everything on the countertop. There was a purple box of pads like the ones I liked to sleep in, a jug of grape juice, a heating pad, and a bottle of the pain medication that I’d asked for. Looking up from the counter, I smiled. He’d gotten things that I hadn’t even considered asking for. I guess his girlfriend got him to do her monthly shopping too.
“What’s your name again?” I asked, realizing that I had no idea what the man in my kitchen’s name was.
“I never told you my name in the first place, but it’s Liam.”
“Liam, you didn’t have to get all of this. How much did all of this cost?” I told him.
“I didn’t have to go to the store for you at all. I did it because I wanted to. Plus, I used my own money,” he said sliding my card across the counter.
“Why?”
“I figured the only reason that you were so bitchy was because it was that time of the month. I’m going to charge that nasty fucking attitude to PMS and not to your head. Because for one, there’s no way in the fuck anyone in their right mind would speak to me that way, especially not someone of your stature. What are you like five two?” He chuckled.
“I’m almost five five, and size don’t matter. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
“You’re right, shorty. Just know that I don’t give a damn how pretty you are or what your last name is, you will respect me. I’m here to make sure you’re safe during the twelve hours that I’m responsible for your well-being. You can throw a tantrum and act a fool all you want to, but it’s not going to stop me from doing my job.” He raised his shoulders. “To be honest, I actually like my women with nasty attitudes. It limits how many niggas try to get in her face. So, while you thought you were giving me a hard time, that shit actually made my dick hard.
“Your period being on is only a roadblock. A red light don’t stop nothing but my ride out there. In any other situation, I would fuck that attitude right up out of your pretty ass. You hear me? I’m not here for that, though. I’m here to protect you, not to fuck you. So instead of putting you over my knee, I decided to give you something that might make you feel better.” He placed the second bag down and began to empty the contents himself.
Did he just chastise me? Who the hell had Syre sent to my house? I didn’t know if I should have been offended or intrigued by his statement. A mixture of both had me feeling flushed.
“What did you get?” I asked, still unsure about how to feel.
“Get out a pan. I’m about to bake you some cookies,” he instructed.
“Cookies?” My brows snapped together.
He smirked at my confusion. “Yes cookies, Cookie.”
“Did you just call me Cookie?” I laughed.
“Yeah. You’re feisty as hell just like Cookie Lyon. Plus, I bet you’re sweet as hell somewhere under that strong desire to give me a hard time just for being here. I’m trying to work with you and make this easy on both of us.”
“I do actually have a sweet tooth right now, so I’m not going to argue with you if that’s what you’re expecting.”
“I’m expecting you to let me take care of you. I want to help you feel better. I want to try to get along with you if that’s possible. Can we do that? I would like for this situation to be as easy as possible for both of us because I’m not quitting this job. It would be cool if you and I could get along, because whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.”
I bit back a sheepish grin as I tiptoed to try to peek inside the bag. “What else is in the bag?”
“Well, I figured all women like ice cream. Since, once again, I know most women’s cycles come with sugar cravings, I wanted to bring you cookies and ice cream.”
“What kind of ice cream did you get?” I quizzed, liking this idea better and better.
“Vanilla.”
I smiled, deciding that it might be OK to play nice.
“I want you to try something,” I said walking over to the small cup with the carrot cake smoothie mixture in it.
“What is it?” he asked apprehensively.
“A new smoothie I’m trying out for the shop,” I revealed.
“You ain’t trying to slip me a roofie are you?”
“Wow. I’m insulted.”
“Now you see how I felt when you tried to little boy me outside.”
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to make it up to you.”
He narrowed his eyes but kept them on me as he took a sip from the cup. He nodded in approval.
“It’s good.”
“What does it taste like?” I asked.
“Maybe like a spice cake or pumpkin something.”
“Close.” I nodded, knowing that it still needed a little work. At least the flavors were good.
“What flavor is it?”
“It’s supposed to be carrot cake,” I revealed.
“Oh yeah, it’s pretty close. I used to love carrot cake. Do you have a blueberry muffin flavor? That would slap.”
“Not yet. Maybe I will add it to the menu.”
“You should. What are you cooking?” he asked, looking over my shoulder at the stove.
“Potato soup. I made enough to share if you want some.” I filled him in.
“Sure. How about you get us set up wherever you want to eat at, and I’ll get dessert started.”
Rolling my eyes playfully, I told him, “I like how you just come in here giving orders.”
“Thank you, Cookie. I have no issue taking charge.”
“Don’t get too comfortable bossing me around. I’m only listening to you right now because you brought cookies,” I warned him as I removed a pan from under the sink and placed it on the counter for him to use.
A panty soaking smile parted his lips. His pearly white teeth and crooked smile were threatening to send me to my maker as my heart drummed wildly in my ears.
“I appreciate the small wins,” he said.
“This is my mom’s recipe. She owns a restaurant in town,” I said as I went back to my task of getting the bread bowls filled with more soup to warm it up a little before adding more toppings.
I cut up some green onion and topped everything off with a dollop of sour cream. Liam seemed to be in his own world when I turned to face him. I watched for a second as he strategically placed various candies on top of the cookies evenly distributed across the top of the pan. I couldn’t wait to try whatever he was making. I was serious about that sweet tooth.
“What would we do, baby, without us? What would we do, baby, without us? Sha na na naaa,” he sang under his breath as he worked.
“You like Family Ties ?” I asked with a small smile.
“Uh, yeah. I used to anyway. I don’t remember the last time I saw it.”
“I love old sitcoms.”
“Me too,” he stated flatly.
“What kind of cookies are you making?” I asked, leaning against the counter to watch him.
“You’re supposed to be leaving that up to me. Remember?”
“Vaguely.” I grinned.
“You don’t have any allergies do you?” he asked, looking up from his task to wait for my response.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Well, that’s all you need to worry about for now.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“How am I being bossy for doing something to make you feel better?”
“Good question, boss man. I’m not even sure how I feel about you yet. I just know you’re fitting right in with the rest of the men in my life trying to give me orders. I’m sure the woman in your life is used to that. Are you married?”
“Nope,” he said, holding up his left hand to show me his empty ring finger.
“Well, I probably should rephrase that to the women in your life.”
“Don’t let the soup get cold, Cookie.”
“Stop calling me that.” I laughed.
“OK, Miss Divine,” he said with a devilish smirk.
Why the hell did hearing this man say my name turn me on? This had to be a test. I was sure that Syre was going to burst in at any moment and tell me that I had failed the temptation test and would be sequestered to my home until further notice. There was no reason that this fine, unmarried man should be standing in my kitchen baking me cookies.
“Are you single?” I asked.
I saw his chest rise and fall as he chuckled inaudibly. I didn’t find anything about my question funny. I genuinely wanted to know why Syre felt comfortable sending him here. Not that I was promiscuous by a long shot. Syre probably didn’t even consider him as someone that I would be drawn to, but damn. This was just odd to me.
Every one of the security guys that worked close with me in the past were some combination of old, ugly, or fat. Liam didn’t fall into any of those categories. Maybe there was more to him than met the eye. There had to be more to the story. I felt like I had a pretty good gay-dar, and he wasn’t giving off that vibe. I could have been wrong. As his wheels appeared to turn, I started to consider that I was on to something.
“What does that matter?” he asked instead of giving a direct answer.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I just figured I should know things about you seeing how you’re going to be in and around my house.”
“You’re right. Let’s just get this out of the way off top. Yes, I’m single. I’ve been that way for a while. If you’re wondering if I find you attractive, the short answer is yes. I think you’re fine as fuck. With all due respect, you are hands down the baddest, sexiest, and most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered. I’m not just saying that because I’m being paid to be here either. I mean that shit. Under any other circumstances, I might be led to try to do something with that information. Unfortunately, this job came with explicit instructions to keep my hands to myself unless I’m protecting you.
“I figure a gig this easy must be vacant because the person who was in this position before me didn’t know how to follow directions. I don’t have that problem, Cookie. Although I can’t think of a man walking the planet that gives me fear, I respect your family’s desire to keep you away from harm. It doesn’t matter if I want you or not. Even if I did, I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk yet. Seeing how I like to live, eat, and pay my bills so that I have a place to live, I’m not really prepared to find out. Now, I don’t have a problem with trying to be your friend. That’s what I’m on right now.”
“Good to know.” I nodded.
“Any other questions can be asked over what I hope is still hot soup.”
“Trust me there will be more questions.”
“I’m counting on it.” He winked.
I smiled before picking up the platter and traveling to my living room. I placed the platter on the coffee table before turning to head back to the kitchen. As I stood up, Liam’s presence startled me, causing me to jump.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You need to wear a bell or something.” I shook my head.
“I need to wear a bell because you don’t know how to be aware of your surroundings? I’m starting to see why your folks think you need a security team.”
“Whatever. I was going to ask if you had something in mind that you want to watch.”
“Anything that’s not a romantic comedy or cartoon.”
“The romance thing I get, but what the hell do you have against cartoons?”
“I’m thirty-five years old, Miss Divine. That’s what I have against cartoons.”
“And I’m twenty-eight,” I revealed.
“Meaning you’re too old to be watching SpongeBob and Rugrats .”
“I refuse to accept that.”
“You don’t have to accept it, mama. I’m just telling you what I feel.”
“Well, since it seems like it’s on your mind, I was thinking about watching Family Ties .”
“Sounds good to me. I’m not hard to please, Cookie.” He winked.
“As long as I avoid rom coms and cartoons.”
“Exactly,” he said, nodding before turning and walking away.
Remembering to get something to drink, I went back to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water and two bottles of the sweet tea I brewed and bottled to store in my fridge.
“I got drinks. Do sweet tea and water work for you?” I asked, turning to Liam as he removed the cookies from the oven.
“My favorite drinks,” he confirmed with a smile. “Don’t start nothing you can’t finish, Miss Divine.”
“Something like what?” I asked with a frown.
“Feeding me and waiting on me… bringing me drinks and shit.”
“I see you’re easy to impress.” I giggled.
“Don’t take much. That soup better be good, though, or I’m clowning your ass.”
“Not too much on my mom’s recipe,” I warned him.
“Mom better know what she doing then,” he teased.
“Come on before it starts getting cold. We about to shut up all that mouth.”
“I hear you talking,” he said, nodding as he trailed me out of the kitchen.
As much as I hated to admit it, so far, Liam seemed cool. Maybe this one wouldn’t be so bad. It didn’t hurt that he looked and smelled delicious. When we made it to the living room, I got comfortable on the couch and picked up the bowl holding my bread bowl and placing it in my lap.
“The soup is still good and hot too. So, don’t keep standing around. Sit down and eat.”
“And you called me bossy.” He smirked.
“I don’t want to give you any excuse to say my soup ain’t the bomb.”
“I hear you,” he said, never dropping the grin plastered on his face as he sat on the couch and picked up his bowl.
“Oooh, have you ever watched Grey’s Anatomy ?” I asked him.
“Nah. What’s that?”
“Stop playing. Everybody knows what Grey’s Anatomy is whether they’ve watched it before or not.”
“It sounds kind of familiar.”
“I’m about to familiarize you with it,” I said, picking up the remote control off the table and searching the show title.
“OK, Miss Cookie, you got down on this soup,” Liam commented.
“See? I told you with your trash talking self.”
“How the hell do I eat the bread though?” he asked with a frown.
“Eat the soup as you normally would. I put it in a bowl so you can tear the bread and eat both at the same time if you want to.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
I started the show from the first episode of season two before getting down to the business of eating. I glanced over at Liam, who didn’t seem to be having any problem eating the bread and soup.
“You have to pay attention, because if you don’t, you might miss something,” I advised him.
“Cool. What is it about?” he quizzed.
“Doctors and residents, who are kind of like interns, navigating love and life while being surgeons.”
“That sounds boring,” he stated.
“Well, it’s not.”
“That one must be Grey?” he asked, pointing at the screen.
“Yeah, that’s Meredith Grey.”
“So she’s so good they named the show after her?” he asked.
“She’s not good yet. She’s a resident. She’s just getting started. She’s just the main character.”
“What makes her the main character with all of these other people running around?”
“She just is. Her mom is a legend at the hospital,” I explained.
“Hospitals have legends?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah, she’s a renowned surgeon who created all kinds of innovative techniques and won multiple awards for her surgical procedures and ideas.”
“Now that’s a show that I would watch.”
“It’s good. I promise.”
“You done?” Liam asked, standing and looking down at me.
I had barely started eating, and he was already finished. “Not yet.”
Since I was still eating, he went ahead to the kitchen. As if I hadn’t watched the entire series already, I tuned in to the show. The first few episodes were so nostalgic because they happened before the writers and producers killed off everybody I loved.
“Eat your food first. Then you can have dessert.”
“Yes, sir.” I giggled, watching as Liam set down a bowl of vanilla ice cream with cookies lining the outside of the bowl.
As instructed, I ate what I wanted of the soup, leaving the bowl behind before picking up the ice cream. There were a variety of chocolate chip cookies with pieces of chocolate sandwich cookies, walnuts, and chocolate M&M pieces on top of them.
“These cookies look good as hell. Let me find out you’re a baker.”
“I might not be a baker, but I can follow directions.” He shrugged.
“I don’t think the instructions said anything about adding chocolate chunks. These are good as hell by the way.”
“What’s your favorite dessert?” he asked me.
“Probably cookies. They’re versatile. It’s hard to find a cookie that I don’t like.”
“So, I hit the nail on the head when I called you Cookie.” He laughed.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Probably barbecued ribs. The sides vary.”
“Thank you for being so sweet when I was being a bitch.”
“You’re good as long as you know you can hang that shit up.”
“I’ll play nice if you do,” I offered.
“I told you we can get along. You just have to want to. I’m just here to do my job. The shit is practically free money, so you can believe I’m not fucking this up just because you like to talk reckless.”
I sighed. “I said I was sorry.”
“You don’t have to repeat it. Just know that every time you come with it, I got something for it.”
“That attitude adjustment you mentioned earlier?” I teased with a crooked grin.
“Nah, but if you make my job hard, it’s going to be hard on both of us, not just me.” He shrugged.
“I see you like dealing in threats.”
“That’s not a threat, pretty girl. I’m just telling you how I feel. We’re not going to have any problems.”
“I like the confidence.” I smirked.
“Thank you. It’s warranted.”
“You done with your ice cream?” I asked, standing from my seat.
“Uh, yeah.”
I collected our dishes and headed to the kitchen. I went ahead and washed the dishes because I knew that once I sat down, I wasn’t going to want to get up. I hated going to bed with dishes in the sink.
“Who’s your person?” Liam asked when I walked back into the living room.
“Look at you paying attention.” I grinned grateful that he was actually paying attention to one of my favorite shows.
“It hasn’t got to that part yet. I looked the show up and saw that.”
“Oh so you’re cheating?”
“No, I just know I need to understand what you like if I’m going to understand you.”
“Isn’t that sweet?” I cooed, clasping my hands together.
“You’re the mean one, ma’am.”
“For the record, I kinda like it when you call me ma’am.”
He chuckled. Even his laugh was sexy. I didn’t know how long it would be before Syre stepped in and decided I liked this man too much, but in the meantime, I was enjoying his company. I hated to admit it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“To answer your question, probably my girl Candice and my cousin Syre when it’s not dealing with the opposite sex. He’s one of my favorite people when he’s not trying to be my dad.”
“We’ll have to keep him out of your hair then.”
“I like the way you think.”
“You gotta work with me, though, Cookie. Just be careful how you move.”
“I try, but he’s sneaky as hell. He’s like Santa Claus. Even when I don’t think he’s watching, his black ass is watching.” I laughed.
“Why do you think he wants to have such a tight leash on you?” he wondered.
“He’s afraid that I’m going to run into a man like him,” I stated.
“Damn.” Liam’s thick brows shot up.
“I know, right? The crazy thing is I would love to have a man like him if he wasn’t such a hot head. I’m the least of his concerns, but he tries to make me the biggest.”
“Obviously he cares about you.”
“He needs to find a woman of his own to care about instead of trying to keep track of my goodies. I’m an adult. Nobody in my family seems to understand that.”
“You’re the only girl, right?”
“Yeah, and they never let me forget it. I was just out on a date a couple of days ago, and Syre showed up and beat the guy like he stole something.”
“Did he have a reason to do that?”
“In his eyes, he did. I know the biggest issue was him being with me. Syre could have easily called or come to me and let me know what was going on. It didn’t take all of that. He embarrassed the hell out of me.”
“I feel you. No one deserves that, Cook. We have to figure out how to get him off your back. If you promise not to give me a hard time, I will try to keep him off of you.”
“You think we can do that?” I asked.
“Have a little faith in me. Am I doing good so far?”
“I mean, I guess so. You got me all sugared up and venting about my family. All I need now is a glass of wine, and I would have thought I was with one of my girls.”
“I’m far from one of the girls, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m a prison guard. I’m a bodyguard. I can’t control what you do. Like you said, you’re an adult. I don’t feel like I have to run and tell your people every move you make. He told me to move at my own discretion, and that’s what I plan to do.”
“Just don’t switch up when he starts asking you questions.”
“I got you, mama.” He nodded before leaning back and throwing his arm over the back of the couch.
“So, who’s your person?” I asked, eager to hear his answer. Instead of giving up the details, he shook his head. “What are you shaking your head for?”
“I don’t have a person, Miss Divine.”
“I can be your person.”
He found that funny. “You can’t be my person,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why not? You already said we have to work together.”
“That’s an obligation. I’m pretty sure for someone to be your person, you have to vibe with them. You don’t even like me.”
“That’s a lie. I never said I didn’t like you. I said you were an opp. That doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”
“Did you call me an opp?” He chuckled.
“Sure did. That’s short for opposition. You’re working as one of Syre’s minions.”
“I know what it means, Cookie. I’m nobody’s minion. Let’s look at it like this…I’m on your team. I’m not here to snitch on you. I’m here to protect you.”
“Protection looks different for some people.”
“Protection is keeping you safe and whatever that entails.”
“So, if I tell you I have a date?” I asked just to see what he would say.
“Then I’m coming along to keep you safe and make sure you get back here in one piece.”
“And if I want to spend the night with him or bring someone home?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“Fair enough.” I nodded.
“Now, come on and watch gray autonomy. It’s kind of getting good. Meredith, Izzy, and George are all live together. I think they’re about to have a threesome.”
Laughing, I shook my head and plopped back down on the couch.
“First, you have to learn the name of the show.”
“I don’t need to know the name to know that two women and one man equal a three way in the making. All they do is have sex. It’s only a matter of time.”