TRINITY TRAIPSED INTO the Fever Pitch, Farida at her heels. Osita hurried toward the two women, a big smile on his thick lips.
“Trinity, it’s nice seeing you again.” He flashed his smile at Trinity.
“You too, Osita.”
“Farida! Welcome to Fever Pitch.” Osita gathered Farida in a bear-hug.
She laughed. “Thanks. Please don’t choke me.”
He released her, chortling. “What do you think?” Osita spread his hands, eyes skipping from one end of the club to the other.
Farida looked around, inspecting the lofty walls, the decorative chandeliers, the winding staircase, the circular bar... “Gosh, I love it.”
“What are you doing here?” he glanced from one woman to the other. “Together.”
Trinity beamed at him. “We bumped into each other outside.”
“Oh. Kurt will be pleased to see the both of you.”
