CHAPTER THIRTY
Lamisi hadn’t warmed up to him after their return from Côte d’Ivoire. In fact, she was drawing farther away every day. Not even the offer of a drive on his motorcycle had gotten him closer to seeing her.
Along with their daily phone calls, he’d sent her several poetic text messages, hoping she’d read them. That his smooth words would melt the ice she’d built around her. So far, they hadn’t. At least, she hadn’t cut him off completely.
His phone rang as he paced the pathway in his garden.
“Hello, Bizzy.”
Deola’s face filled the screen, as beautiful as ever. Only now did he see the tinge of ugliness within her.
“Hello, Deola.” He kept his tone dull and looked her in the eyes. No further formalities needed, he dove right in. “I know you were the one who had Lamisi Imoro a
