hope for the best. Don’t worry about how everyone else is going to feel about your decision. You’re the only one who has to live with your choices. If I’d worried about how everyone was going to feel about me and Taj, I would have never married him, and I’d have missed out on the greatest experience of my life.
“Sister, I can’t sit here polishing my toes and tell you he’s the wrong one for you. I can’t tell you he’s the one, either. Only the two of you and time can tell.”
“Yes. You’re right. I was feeling the same way. I guess I just needed to hear my thoughts out loud. The truth is, I don’t know how it is,” she blew out in frustration. “He scares me—in an I-want-to-get-back-on-that-ride-again kind of scary. He’s not like the men I’ve dated. He’s crude, but sensual, and as much as he puts on the tough guy act, there’s something else there. Something gentle and needy.”
“The only advice I can offer is to go slow. And be sure of your reasons for getting involved.”
“Yo, Max!” Quinn called out of his car window, simultaneously blowing his horn.
Maxine slowed her long-legged strut and turned in the direction of the familiar voice. When her gaze rested on Quinn’s smiling face, the heavy baggage of her day, of dealing with corporate backstabbing and annoying customers, seemed to slide from her shoulders. She hadn’t seen Quinn since he moved out of the neighborhood. She’d asked around and heard through the vine that he was still looking good and doing well. He’d taken some time off from working for Remy, but word had it that he was back.
Quinn pulled alongside Max and put the car in park. “Hey, baby. Long time. Lookin’ good.”
Maxine jutted her hip and accessorized it with her hand. “You don’t look so bad yourself—stranger. Just forgot all about your friends.” She adjusted her shoulder bag. “How you been?”
He shrugged and half smiled. “Awright. Hangin’ in. Where you headed?”
“Home. Where else?” she joked.
“Get in. I’ll take you.”
“That’s what you better have said,” she teased.
Quinn broke out laughing and realized that he actually missed seeing her.
Maxine slid in next to Quinn and all the months without seeing him slipped away. His scent, those delicious dimples and that cool arrogance. Damn, she’d missed him.
“So what’s been happenin’, Max? I been kinda out of touch, ya know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Their gazes touched in silent understanding.
“I finished that course I told you about,” she said, moving away from the painful memories. “Got my certificate and everything.”
“Congrats, baby. Knew you could do it. No doubt. We gonna have to celebrate,” he grinned. “What you wanna do? Name it, you got it.”
“No shit?”
Quinn looked at her and burst out laughing. “Yeah, no shit.” He’d forgotten how regular Max could get when she wanted to. “So, what’s it gonna be? Your call.”
“You know what I’d really like to do, Quinn?”
“What?”
“I’d like to see your new place. See what you’ve done with it.”
Quinn nodded. “Cool. Here we go.”
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