“Watch out, Bryce! You’re gonna get chocolate on your jacket.”
“I’ll get it cleaned,” he said dismissively. “I need to say something.”
She straightened her spine and cocked her head attentively.
“When I got home from the show, I met you…and others…”
That one eyebrow began to raise in tandem with Bryce’s anxiety.
“Let me finish. I’m going somewhere … I knew what I wanted, and I wouldn’t settle for anyone else. One woman came to my house to make a deal. You know what I told her?”
Kenya’s posture was so stiff.
“I said I didn’t want someone who wanted me for what I have and what I could do for her. I wanted someone who wanted me for me.”
