MALCOM HEART
I shifted in my seat, my eyes still locked on Keisha. For all I cared, she had to be joking.
But her stare told me otherwise, steady, with that pleading gaze, the kind that almost made me flinch if I let it.
“I think this is the part where you say something, Malcom,” she said softly, her hands pressed into her lap like she was bracing for the worst.
“Alright, let me get this straight,” I leaned back a little. “You told your father you’d be bringing your boyfriend to the barbecue night, and now you’re asking me to play that role? Pretend to be your boyfriend?”
Her teeth caught her bottom lip, her throat tightening before she swallowed hard. My eyes caught the movement, and I forced myself to stay still. The only thing saving me was I knew how to act calmly, even if, right
