“That doesn’t make sense either.”
“It makes perfect sense to me.”
“How?”
She motioned toward herself. “Look at my life.”
“I have.”
“I’m pregnant by my ex. The same ex who thinks because we’re having a baby, we supposed to somehow end up together. He got another baby mama, three kids between us now, and apparently a fiancée. I’m still trying to rebuild my life after prison.” Lee shook her head. “You don’t need all this.”
“There you go.”
“There I go what?”
“Deciding for me.”
“I’m being realistic.”
“No. You’re telling me what I need like I asked you.”
“Van.”
“If I decide I don’t want to deal with something, I’ll tell you.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I understand enough.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I understand I’m standing in your living room at damn near midnight because you blocked me after finding out I was on a date.”
Lee folded her arms tighter. “Don’t sound so happy about it.”
“I’m not happy you’re upset.” I looked at her. “But I’m damn sure not mad you’re jealous.”
“I never said jealous.”
“You don’t have to.”
She rolled her eyes. “You getting on my nerves again.”
“Good.”
“Why is that good?”
“Because at least you’re talking to me.”
That finally got a smile out of her. Small, but I saw it.
“Don’t,” she warned.
“What?”
“Whatever you thinking.”
“I didn’t say anything.”