Page 85 of Take Me With You
“Cade, there’s a camera on here,” I say, nodding at the corner.
Looking over his shoulder, he smirks and says, “They’re about to get the show of their lives.”
“No,” I hiss, pushing him back just as the elevator stops at my floor.
I pull my skirt down around my hips and try to hurry and fix my hair. “Besides, Nigel is probably waiting for us.”
He rolls his eyes and fixes his tie before he steps out of the elevator with me. We walk down the hallway and turn the corner before I stop. Kincaid bumps into me.
My stomach tightens, my heart slams to the front of my chest, and my head pounds as my vision blurs.
“Babe? Are you okay?”
I can’t pull my eyes away from the tall, lanky man with blonde hair standing beside Nigel, who has my luggage.
I know the moment that Kincaid’s eyes spot what mine do because he asks, “Who the fuck is that?”
“Yaya?” Nicky says, glancing between Kincaid and me.
It’s been three years, but no matter what, I’ve been told I’d know that face anywhere.
He’s maybe twenty-five pounds lighter than before. His blonde hair, once white at the temples, now has a patch of white in the front, growing further up the sides. Crow's feet dance around his eyes, and the tan he once occasionally sported in the summer is a deeper, bronzed color that almost looks natural. He looks like he’s been vacationing in the tropics for the last few years.
The last few years have caught up to me quickly, and I’m back where I was exactly three years and six months ago. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy!
“Yaya, who is he?” Nicky asks softly with pain in his eyes as my breathing amps up.
I turn to Kincaid to see if he sees the man, too, or if it is a figment of my imagination. Surely, he sees him because even stone-faced Nigel looking at his employer seems uncomfortable.
“Yaya?” he calls again just as Kincaid asks, “Who the fuck is that, Nia?”
With tears streaming down my face and my heart wrenched in two, I reply, “My husband.”
“Your husband?”
When I don’t respond, Kincaid asks, “Are you fucking serious?”
I can’t find the words to explain anything to him.
“Yesenia, sweetheart? Who is this man?” Nicky asks as I pull away from Kincaid’s side and step closer to Nicky, staring at him in disbelief.
“The best fucking orgasm she’ll ever know,” Kincaid grumbles.
“Cade, I think you should leave now,” I barely whisper.