Kiss the Ring: An Urban Tale by Meesha Mink

Author:Meesha Mink [Mink, Meesha]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781476755304
Amazon: 1476755302
Publisher: Touchstone
Published: 2014-08-05T08:00:00+00:00

10

Two weeks later

“So, you avoiding me?”

Naeema froze in the doorway of her house with her hands still on the knob as she looked at Tank sitting on the edge of her bed. She leaned against the door and let her eyes take him in. Still Laz Alonzo–level fine, in a navy V-neck that pressed against his muscles and looked so good against his brown complexion. His elbows were pressed on his knees and his hands were loosely clasped in the space between them. She lightly shook off that intense initial reaction she had at the sight of him. “You haven’t called me either, Tank,” she said.

“You left me,” he said.

“A year ago,” she shot back as she finally stepped into the house and closed the door. “And in that year we talk sometimes and sometimes we don’t.”

“And we fuck sometimes and sometimes we don’t.” His eyes were bright with something. Some emotion.

She couldn’t identify it.

“True,” Naeema finally agreed. “But that doesn’t give you a right to do a B&E.”

Her eyes shifted to the large plastic container her TV sat on. Inside it was a smaller container with everything in the world she had of Brandon’s.

“Sarge let me in . . . after he called me to say you went missing for two weeks,” he said, looking down at his hands, then at her as she stepped into the living room and dropped the Louis Vuitton garment bag she was carrying over her arm.

“Sarge?” she asked in disbelief.

“That’s right.”

She looked up as her elderly tenant—who paid no rent—stepped into the living room from the kitchen. That was a first as far as Naeema knew.

So this little mini-intervention is serious as hell.

“You all right?” he asked, those sharp eyes on her as he scratched his scruffy beard and shifted back and forth in his boots like he wasn’t comfortable being in her space.

Naeema opened her mouth.

“You all right,” he said again, this time as a declaration, before turning to shuffle back into the kitchen with a rough wave of his hand.

Naeema closed her mouth and arched her brow.

She wasn’t surprised when the door leading to the basement slammed and echoed through the house.

Tank stood up and his presence seemed to make the room smaller. “I think we need to give each other some space,” he said.

“You mean some more space,” she said as he walked over to her.

“What kind of games are you playin’, Na?” Tank asked. “I told you we needed to do something and then your ass disappear for two weeks?”

Naeema reached up and stroked the side of his face as she closed the gap between them. “Tank,” she whispered up to him.

“Nah,” he said, leaning back from her touch and sidestepping the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest.

She got stiff with anger, feeling rejected. “So you not feelin’ me now?” she asked, pointedly reaching for him.

“So you want me to use you for sex? You want me to chop you down like any other bitch in the

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