Chapter 45
Jon loped over to join Leke and Kurt at their table. He plunged into an empty chair. “Toke picked up a call from his baby mama and he went off to talk to her, leaving me alone with the ladies. They’re bonding over grilling the meats and eating the chocolates I gave Samira. I felt like the third wheel.”
Kurt glanced over to the grills, at Farida and Samira giggling together, a nearly empty box of chocolates on the table between them. In the distance, Toke trudged back and forth, across the grass lawn, his mobile phone super-glued to his ear.
Leke crumpled the oily napkin he’d just used to wipe his hands and ditched it on his empty plate. He jacked up an eyebrow at Jon. “I’m still finding it hard to believe you’re here with the same girl you were with at the polo club. Whatever
