“Lee-”
“No, answer me. Where the fuck was all this mouth when I asked you about your son? Where was it when I asked if you loved her?”
JB’s jaw tightened, and I shook my head. “Exactly.”
He stared at me for a second before shaking his head like somehow I was the one who had pissed him off. “Nah, fuck that. You out here with another nigga, letting him put his hands on you, and I’m supposed to just ignore that shit?”
I actually looked around because there was no way this nigga was serious. People were still walking past us with pumpkins and cups of cider, giving us quick looks before pretending they weren’t listening.
“You watched him grab me because I was trying to fight Hannah.”
“I’m not just talking about that. You came here with him.”
“So?”
“So how the fuck you think that look?”
A laugh came out of me. “How it look?”
“Yeah, how it look. You dressed up, at a pumpkin patch with some nigga I ain’t never seen before, and he comfortable as hell around you.”
“You have lost your fucking mind.”
“I’m just supposed to take your word that ain’t shit going on?”
Van spoke from beside me before I could answer. “She already told you what it is.”
JB’s eyes snapped to him. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Then keep me out of it.”
“I tried to, until I looked up and you had your fucking arms around my woman.”
Van looked at him for a long second. “She was trying to fight a pregnant woman.”
“I know what the fuck she was doing.”
“Then you know why I grabbed her.”
Something about how calm Van was only seemed to piss JB off more. He stepped around me, putting his attention fully on him now.
“You got a lot to say for somebody this shit ain’t got nothing to do with.”
Van didn’t move. “You’re the one who keeps talking to me.”
“JB, leave him alone,” I said.
He ignored me. “You brought her here?”
“Yeah.”
“And now what? You taking her home too?”
Van glanced at me before looking back at him. “If she wants to go, yeah.”
“The fuck you are.”
I stepped between them. “Yes, the fuck he is. I came with Van. I’m leaving with Van.”