Page 99 of Buy Back My Love

She had her phone in her hand, smiling down at the screen, then looked across the room at somebody. I followed her eyes and saw that nigga from the pumpkin patch sitting at another table with some woman.

Except he wasn’t looking at the woman.

He was looking at Lee.

She looked right back at him before dropping her eyes to her phone, and a second later, he did the same.

Oh, hell nah.

I ain’t know exactly what them two had going on, but I knew what that looked like. I started toward her, and when Lee finally glanced toward the front and saw me coming, that smile disappeared before I even made it to the table.

I walked straight up to their table. “You out here having a good time?”

Lee looked up at me, then picked up her drink and took a slow sip. “That’s what you do when you’re single.”

That hit harder than seeing the post.

“Come on, Lee. Let me talk to you.”

“We ain’t got nothing to talk about.”

“I’m not doing this in here. Come outside.”

She set her cup back on the table. “Then don’t do it.”

I reached for her arm, and that got everybody at the table moving. Anika pushed her chair back first.

“JB, don’t.”

Nina leaned forward. “Don’t touch her.”

Wren was right behind her. “She said she don’t wanna talk to you.”

I pointed at Anika because out of all of them, she knew better than anybody this wasn’t her business. “Stay out of this. I’m talking to my girl.”

Lee’s face changed. She looked me dead in my eyes and said, “I’m not your girl, JB.”

I ain’t like hearing that shit come out her mouth, especially with everybody sitting there watching me. I stepped closer, but before I could say anything else, a chair scraped across the floor behind me.

I already knew who it was.

I turned and saw Van standing beside his table. The woman he came in with was still sitting there, looking between us, but his attention was on me and Lee now.

“JB,” Lee warned.

I looked from her to him. “So this what this is? This nigga just happen to be here?”

“Are you serious?” Lee asked.

Van started toward us, but one of the security guards cut him off by getting to me first. He stepped between me and the table and put a hand against my chest.

“Hey, man. Back up.”

I knocked his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

The guard squared up in front of me. “I’m telling you one time. Back up.”

“I’m talking to my girl.”