All Chapters of Love On Ice: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

*CHRIS*Nothing happened for some time. I wasn’t sure exactly how much, but I was somewhat relieved I wasn’t seeing random black cars anymore.No pictures.No calls.Every time my phone buzzed, I checked it.Every time a black car slowed down near the shop, I watched it.Every time somebody sat too long outside my house, I noticed.But nothing happened.Whoever had been fucking with me disappeared.Eventually, I started telling myself that was the end of it.Maybe they got bored.Maybe they realized I wasn’t scared.Maybe—“Chris?”I looked up.Two men were standing near the entrance to the shop.I didn’t recognize either one.From the looks of it, neither did anyone else.Everyone in the shop stopped what they were doing and stared. So did the customers waiting up front.One of the men looked directly at me.“Christopher Kenneth?”Something tightened in my stomach.“Yeah?”He walked toward me.The other stayed slightly behind him.“You mind stepping outside with us?”I looked at my d

*ERIC*I woke up before Jamira.I was suspiciously energized.That alone should’ve been my first sign something was wrong with the day.Usually, by the time I opened my eyes, she had already checked on Ezra, checked on Kayla, found something to clean that wasn’t dirty, and decided what everybody in the house was eating.Lately, she’d been doing damn near all the cooking too.Not because I asked her to.Because apparently having a four-month-old baby wasn’t enough work, so she needed to stand over a stove and then complain nobody stayed out of her kitchen.This morning, I beat her downstairs.Kayla was already up.Of course.She was sitting at the table in pajamas, staring at me while I pulled eggs out of the refrigerator.“What?”She shook her head.“Nothing.”“You’re looking at me.”“You’re cooking?”“Yes.”She looked toward the hallway.Then back at me.“Why?”I stared at her.“Because people eat breakfast.”“Mimi cooks breakfast.”“I can cook.”“I don’t know.”“What are you saying?

*WALT*Something was wrong with Ayana.I knew that before Jamira showed up at my house, handed me her baby like I worked there, and disappeared into my bathroom with her.Ayana had been acting weird for days.First, my food tasted funny.Then I smelled bad.Then my soap smelled bad.Then apparently I smelled bad without the soap.Yesterday, she gagged when I walked past her.That one pissed me off.I had showered.Twice.Then she slept damn near twelve hours and woke up still tired.So yeah.Something was wrong with her.I just didn’t know what.And apparently nobody planned on telling me.I stood in the kitchen looking at the closed bathroom door.They’d been in there too long.Way too long.I looked down at Ezra.He was stretched across my chest like he’d paid bills here.His head rested near my shoulder, one little hand curled against my shirt.Sleeping.Of course.That boy slept through everything.I adjusted him.He made a face.Then settled again.“Your mama got some bullshit go

*KACIE*The last time Kayla was here, I had the worst day of my life.It was full of panic and uncertainty.I was so angry with myself for not checking properly that I went through my entire kitchen.I checked the refrigerator, the cabinets, the pantry, even the drawers.I threw away everything.Not just the peanut butter shit.Everything.Crackers.Cookies.Granola bars.Cereal.Bread.Anything with a label that said may contain went in the trash.Anything that said processed in a facility went too.I didn’t give a damn what facility.If a peanut had ever driven past the building, I didn’t want it in my apartment.By the time I was done, my kitchen looked like somebody had robbed me.I stood in front of the open cabinet, staring at what was left.Rice.Pasta.A can of green beans.Salt.Apparently Kayla could survive here during the apocalypse.I closed the cabinet.Then opened it again.Read the pasta box.Again.Nothing.I put it back.Closed the cabinet.Walked away.Made it three

*ERIC*Thorne called me at 9:17 that morning.I knew because I was sitting at my desk staring at the clock when his name came across my phone.Not because I was waiting for him.I had shit to do.Actual work.Clients.Emails.A stack of folders Walt had left on the corner of my desk because apparently putting shit in my inbox was too complicated.I had plenty to occupy my time.Still—I answered before the second ring.It was the first time I’d actually answered one of his calls since I initially asked him for a favor.“What?”“Ooh, it answers.”“Huh?”“Good morning.”I frowned.“You called me.”“Yes.”“So what do you want?”“A pleasant conversation would be nice.”“Call somebody pleasant.”He laughed softly.That irritated me immediately.“What?”“It’s done.”Everything around me went quiet.Not literally.I could still hear phones outside my office.Somebody walking down the hallway.A printer.Walt laughing too damn loud somewhere.But for a second, none of it registered.I sat bac