Chapter 60
have limited my interactions with another man. Personally, I wasn’t trying to come up of that money, and didn’t need Too Low’s insecurities dictating the situation. And now, I needed to head home to answer his calls, and extinguish the flames, before he allowed his thoughts to drive him crazy.
“Where did I put my bag?” I questioned, as I glanced around the living room.
Face came sauntering into the room, yawning. “I put your bag in the guest room upstairs.”
I squinted. “Why did you put it way up there?”
“Cause. I figured that it was getting late, and you probably aint tryna drive way out to Acres Homes.”
“But it’s not even midnight.”
“Right. But it’s raining and according to the forecast, it’s not stopping til the morning. Plus, it’s gonna be flash flooding.”
“Oh, damn,” I groaned. “I really need to get home, though.”
“I hear you, but you can make yourself at home. You can have a whole room to yourself. There’s a king-sized bed. TV. And a full bathroom—”
The roar of the thunder interrupted him, and showed me why I had no business driving in that weather.
“Okay,” I sighed. “I think God is trying to tell me sit still. So, I’ma listen.”
He smirked. “Well, at least you listen to something.”