I Love My Healed Heart: 4 Book Box Set/Omnibus (Erotic Romance) by Sabrina Lacey Page B

of a crazy. There are a lot of crazies.
    “Americano with Almond,” they call out just in time. I shoot over,
grab my morning sustenance and almost drop it as I sprint out the door.
    “Nicole!”
    She whips around, long black hair shiny and flying. I wish I had a
button where I could push “slow motion” because she looked so beautiful just
now. Nicole is the prettiest of our little threesome. She looks a bit like
Kerry Washington, that woman from Scandal, only taller. Her skin tone is the
same and she also straightens her hair, but hers is longer. Sometimes she wears
it wild and curly – and both, I love. Her cheekbones are to die for,
great nose, and the kind of lips that people buy. But her eyes are what make
her truly stand out. They’re the color of caramel. Or scotch. Not bourbon –
no, that’s too dark. Single malt Scotch, light and gold. And she’s tall, 5’9.”
Basically, she’s gorgeous, but she somehow has managed to stay easy going and
not be a stuck up c. u. n.ext t.uesday.
    “Jess!” We close the distance, hug and kiss each other’s cheeks. Both
cheeks, like they do in the movies. I’m always really bad at this. But everyone
does it here, so I try my best. “What are you doing in Greenwich?” she asks me.
    “I stopped for coffee since I woke up early.”
    “ You woke up early? To go
to work? Did The Bitch quit… or drop dead?”
    This makes me laugh. “No. Best not to say that, though.”
    “Karma.”
    “Right.”
    Nicole nods in agreement and we begin walking together in the
direction of the train stop. I don’t have to ask her to come with me. She just
comes. Even though it’s the opposite direction of where she was going.
Girlfriends… they just get it.
    “No, I felt like getting ahead of the game. You know… show up. Get
some work done. Impress The Bitch. No big deal.”
    “Who is he?” Nicole’s eyebrows are up and her chin is pressed into
her neck like “mmmhmmm, don’t lie to a sister.”  
    I look at the ground and then back at her to reveal, “It’s James.”
    “The gay guy?”
    “Turns out he’s not gay.”
    “No one is that handsome and not gay.”
    “Brad Pitt. George Clooney. Matt Bomer.
    “You win.”
    We arrive at the stairs to the subway. I turn and smile at my
gorgeous girl. “I can’t wait to tell you how I know he’s not gay.”
    “Tell me now! Don’t you dare pull a ‘Jess’ on me!” Her expression is
telling me I’m about to be slapped.
    She’s bluffing. Just in case, I start to ease down the stairs with a
mischievous smile, raising my coffee in salute. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” I sing.
    “Jess! You will not drop that juicy little morsel, and then walk
away!” She pounds her high-heeled feet in mock-fury.
    “Come with me to work and I’ll tell you.” I would love company on the
train. That way I don’t have to pretend to be reading, so no weirdoes bother
me.
    “I can’t. I have a meeting with a dealer. Jerk.” Nicole is a painter,
and a good one.
    “He’s a jerk?” I ask, looking innocent, as people are passing me,
annoyed that I’m halfway down, not moving, and blocking their way.
    “ You’re a jerk! And I love
you. Let’s get together tonight. Hey!” That last part she said to a douche-bag
who nearly ran her over trying to make the train. I contemplate tripping him.
    “I should’ve tripped you!” I call to his departing backside as he
races past me. He throws up his middle finger without looking back. Dick. I
turn back to Nicole and say, “Sounds good. I’ll call Amber.”
    “Wonderful. See you tonight!” We blow kisses to each other. I grin
and she looks at me like I am lucky I’m halfway down the stairs, before she
turns and walks out of sight.
    When I finally arrive to work and walk into the office, I’m still
very early. This is a first, except for my first month on the job. I was a
better employee then. Oh man, is The Bitch going to be impressed with me today!
    There are some