CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Everything had been going well,” Blaise complained to Abdul on video chat as he paced the living room an hour after Lamisi and her crew had taken off.
He’d sensed a sudden annoyance in her when Deola’s face had come up on his screen. Had she been jealous? He liked the idea of her caring enough about him to be.
His reaction to the call could’ve been handled better. He’d been taken off guard by how much he’d enjoyed Lamisi’s company and hadn’t needed Deola’s pushy presence disturbing their good time. It had happened anyway.
“Not only is Lamisi magic when it comes to knowing which lyrics need to be translated, but she’s cool to hang with. Easy.” He kicked the leg of the coffee table hard enough to jiggle the vase of fake flowers. “Deola, on the other hand, only cares abou
