Page 98 of Buy Back My Love

Free & single again.

I stared at that caption longer than I should’ve.

Single.

Like fifteen years with me could disappear because she typed a damn caption under a picture.

Free and single my ass.

She was posting that she was single, dancing all over Anika’s Live, smiling like she was having the time of her life, and something about seeing it pissed me off worse than her saying it to my face.

I locked my phone.

“JB, baby, what is it?” Hannah asked, putting her hand on my thigh.

I moved away from her and got off the bed.

“I gotta go.”

I grabbed my boxers off the floor and stepped into them before reaching for my jeans.

Hannah sat back on her heels. “Go where? What happened?”

“I said I gotta go, Hannah.”

“Okay, I heard you. I’m asking where.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my jacket.

“JB.”

“What?”

Her eyes dropped to the phone in my hand. “What did you just see?”

“Nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. You just jumped up in the middle of…”

“I gotta handle something.”

“Handle what?”

I shoved my phone into my pocket.

“Come lock the door behind me.”

“JB.”

I was already headed out the bedroom before Hannah could say anything else, and I ain’t look back.

Every red light on the drive across town got on my nerves. All I could see was that Live, Lee dancing and laughing, then that caption sitting under her picture.

Free & single again.

Yeah. Aight.

By the time I got to the daiquiri spot, the parking lot was packed. I pulled up near the curb, parked, and went inside. Music hit me as soon as the door opened, and I stood there scanning the room until I found Lee toward the back with Anika and her friends.