"Have a good day," Carly said, strutting to the door eyeing Brice.
"I should have known I'll get burn trying to go after Jason." Wilma said. "You're going to sleep with her and don't do thing about bringing Jason down."
"Where are the bowls," Brice asked tearing the lettuce into smaller pieces. Wilma lined the bowls up on the counter. Brice dropped lettuce in them. He pulled down the cutting board hanging over the sink for her. He turned around, Wilma held a kitchen knife. "I'm doing what I have to do. I can't depend on you."
"I don't have a ride to leave," Brice said. He heard footsteps entering the hallway.
"Baby has all the food been prepared?" Jason asked.
Brice's neck muscle tension up. He searched for a place to hide. Wilma went to work on dicing the tomatoes.
"Let me take a tray of food up for the guys and start a game," Jason said.
"You could have Ronnie bring them up for you," Carly said.
"I have to see what I'm getting before I served it."
Hearing the smooch in the hallway, Brice took huge steps toward the elevator. He entered it and tapped the number two. When the elevator open, Brice step one foot out. He hesitated since the door to bedroom was ajar. Got to risk it. He crept across the floor and retrieve the book.
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