Wicked Surrender (Hollis Brothers Book 3) by Linda Verji

Author:Linda Verji
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: United States, Multicultural, Romance, African American, Literature & Fiction, Multicultural & Interracial, Women's Fiction
Published: 2016-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

ON THE OTHER side of town, London was suds-deep in Shakira’s hair. Around them the chatter of the salon swirled, mingling with the smell of heated hair and hair products.

“Oh, that feels amazing,” Shakira sighed in pleasure as she kept her eyes closed.

“That’s because your hair can finally breathe,” London said, as she massaged her best-friend’s scalp. “You wore that weave for too long.”

“Three weeks isn’t that long,” Shakira protested. “And you try thinking about your hair when Talia won’t even give you time to breathe.”

“Girl, I feel you,” said Misha who was in the seat next to them palming through a magazine. “At least you can put on a weave. Colin pulls on those things like he’s playing tug-of-war. I can’t even wear my hair longer than my earlobes unless I want to go bald.”

That drew laughs from her two friends.

“Speaking of babies.” Misha cast a glance at London. “I’ve noticed some spread to your hips. A bun in the oven, perhaps?”

“What?” Her heart leaping in nervousness, London stopped washing Shakira’s hair to throw a startled glance to her hips. She didn’t see any ‘spread’… but still. Her mind quickly ran through the dates of her last period and when she was expecting her next. Nope! She was on track. But then why Misha saying there was a spread to her hips-

“Don’t mind her.” Shakira’s laughter cut into London’s panicked calculations. “That’s her way of asking if you’re dating someone.”

“Then why didn’t she just say so?” She inched forward to slap Misha’s arm. “You scared me, you bitch.”

Misha laughed as she easily evaded London’s soapy hand. “You looked scared. So I’m guessing there is someone.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Who is it? Huh? Huh?”

“There’s no one,” London hedged, as she rinsed Shakira’s hair. “You know how I do. Bachelorette for life.”

“Lies!” Misha guffawed. “Then why were you so scared when I said you were pregnant.”

Because the last thing London needed right now was ‘a bun in the oven’. Her lifestyle as it was right now was nowhere near suitable for a mini-London, or mini-Zeke as it were.

“I’m telling you I’m not seeing anyone,” London insisted. “If I was you two would be the first to know.” And before Misha could poke her nose further into her business, she called out to one of the other hairdressers, “Aisha, could you start on Misha’s relaxer?”

Perceptive as always, Misha gave her a raised eyebrow. “Are you pawing me off to Aisha so I can stop asking question?”

“No.” London gave her friends a wide-eyed innocent look. “You’re the one who said that you had to go to the police precinct to follow up on that burglary case before four.”

“Mmm. I see you.” Misha gave her a skeptical look but moved to Aisha’s chair anyway.

Once Misha was gone, London thought she’d have some breathing space from all the questions. She was wrong.

“So who is this guy?” Shakira opened her eyes to study her friend curiously

“What guy?” London hedged as she toweled her friend’s hair dry.

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