me?â
I looked up to see Travis standing over me, and I couldnât help but roll my eyes. I didnât say a word and just kept flipping through the magazine. I had a rare day off and I was stretched out across the living room sofa watching our seventy-two-inch TV and reading my magazine.
Yes, I was still mad at him. And Sheridan. But Iâd called her anyway to talk about Alvin and that skank hadnât even called me back. I guess she was too busy kicking it with my cousin. Well, that was why I didnât have anything to say to her or to him.
âIâm going to take that as a yes,â Travis said, plopping down on the sofa next to me when I didnât answer.
Travis had been here less than three weeks and had already stolen some of my shine and taken over my best friend. Thank God Kennedi was coming here this weekend. Travis and Sheridan could go jump off a bridge for all I cared. I made a memo to myself to keep Kennedi far away from Travis before he stole her, too.
âCome on, Maya. Donât be like that,â Travis said. âWe try to invite you along, but you always trippinâ.â
âI told you, Iâm not about to be a third wheel,â I huffed. âSo go do you.â
âWell, let me fix you up with my boy. Then, we could all go out together.â He smiled like heâd just come up with the most brilliant plan ever.
âBoy, please,â I said. âI donât need anyone fixing me up with anyone.â
âSeriously, I think youâll like him. You guys would have a lot of fun together. Heâs like me.â
âWhat, a liar?â
Travis didnât seem fazed by my insult. âNo, heâs fun, and good looking.â
âWhy are you bothering me?â I said, cutting him off. âIâm sure you have a date or something.â
Travis ignored me as he put his feet up on the table. I looked at him like he was crazy. âUmmm, thatâs a twelve-thousand-dollar imported Egyptian marble table. You must want to die a slow and painful death at the hands of my mom,â I said, pointing at his feet.
He dropped his feet but kept talking. âYou know, I figured the best thing to make you feel better about kicking it with us was if you had a date of your own.â
That actually made me close my magazine. âI donât know how many ways to tell you this. I donât need you fixing me up with anyone. Maya Morgan doesnât do blind dates. You wonât have me sitting up with some dork.â
âNah, this dude is cool people,â Travis said. âI mean, I donât think you should be getting serious or anything, but heâs someone great to hang out with.â
âWhatever, Travis. Go somewhere with that.â
He smiled as he stared me up and down.
âWhy are you staring at me like that?â
âIâm just making sure you look together.â
âI always look together,â I told him.
âWell, you know, first impressions are everything so I just wanted to make sure you were tight.â
I sighed. âWhat are you talking about, Travis?â
Just then, the doorbell rang. My cousin jumped up before I could say anything.
âWho is that?â I asked, getting up and following him.
âOh, just a friend.â Travis opened the door. âWhatâs up, man?â He gave a brotherly hug to the guy standing on the other side of the door. Or should I say the model , because this guy standing on my doorstep looked like he had just stepped off the runway. He looked like a darker, much younger version of that actor Boris Kodjoe. In fact, he looked like he could be Borisâs little brother.
âItâs all you,â the guy said, walking in. I tried not to stare. I would never tell Travis, but my cousin was handsome. But this guy, he put Travis to shame.
âYo, this is my cousin I was telling you about,â Travis said, pointing at me. âMaya, this is
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