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“The plan is love, Hendrix.” He pats my hand. “The plan is love. It’s the no matter how bad it gets or how much I want to run, I’ll stay kind of love.
Looking at the handsome man eating my banana pudding and winking at me, I can’t help but think he’s one of the few men in my life I actually do trust. How the hell did that happen?
I don’t say the words hidden beneath the haunting music, the words are all I hear. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I’d never realized that I’ve built a community of strong, loyal women as my friends because Mama modeled that for me. I saw it in my mother’s friendships when I was growing up and replicated it in my way.
“I’m saying I can’t imagine a time when I don’t want to be with her, and whatever that requires, I’ll do.”
“You’re a bully,” I complain, but smile. “You like this bully.” No, I love this… Shit.
God, she’s just like Hendrix. Guess I’ll have to love her, too.
He walked right up to me and said, Betty, it’s gon’ be you and me.” “And what’d you do?” “Kicked him in the shin.”
“I just bet you do. You got Maverick.” “Oh, I didn’t go after him. He came for me.”
I’ve heard people talk about platonic soulmates. These are mine. God said Hendrix will need somebody, and saved the fiercest, sweetest, most badass women on the lot for me.
“I know. I’m not used to being—” “My priority?” “I was going to say ‘in a relationship.’” She manages a truncated chuckle. “But okay, that then.”
“We could, but I also don’t mind if everyone knows how personal this is for me. That I’m with you, Hendrix.”
Hendrix, I got you.” “I know.” “Do you?” “I’m beginning to see, yes. Thank you.”
I’ll make them pay for it.”
“Why the hell you talking about ‘some men’ when you fucking me?
Is she really not going to ask me to choose her? My resolve strengthens, but all the words I had prepared to convince her recede.
Look at her choosing me. The women in my life are constantly putting each other first. The men… jury’s still out.
“I told you I was going to show you, right?” He cups my face in two large hands, his thumbs brushing tenderly over my lips. “So do you see now?” “I see.” Tears streak my cheeks and I cover his hands at my face with my own. “You love me.” “Damn right I love you.”
“Oh, I always have a plan.” He plucks the rose I didn’t even realize I was still holding from my fingers. “How do you think I got you?”
“Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,”
“I know you said once it’s not Black Girl Magic, but you are magic, Hendrix Barry.
The reporter looks slightly disappointed by all the goodwill
“I think you have to take some of the responsibility for that.” Yasmen links her elbows with mine and Soledad’s. “Since they get a lot of that inspiration from their Aunt Hen.”
Who’ll take care of you when you’re old? Aren’t you afraid of dying alone? Do I go through 95 percent of my life living with a decision I regret so the last 5 percent of my life I’m guaranteed a caretaker?

