Chapter 51 Fafane Saturday night, I was fastening my seatbelt when the passenger door opened. Before I could even turn my head, Quashawn slid into the seat beside me and closed the door. “Uhmm, what are you doing?” I asked. He reached for his seatbelt. “Going to the mall with my wife.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I stared at him for a moment. “Quashawn, you don’t have to come with me.” He turned his head slowly, giving me a look that made me feel like I’d just said something ridiculous. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t accompany my wife to the mall to get her grandmother a birthday gift?” “The kind who has his own things to do?” I asked. “My schedule is clear.” He replied. “Of course it is,” I muttered. A hint of amusement touched his face, but he didn’t move. He settled deeper into the passenger seat as he’d already won the argument. I sighed; there was absolutely no point in telling this man to get out of my car. Knowing Qua
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