Chapter 4
The next morning, Dayla readies herself as if she’s going to work before she leaves for Keri’s place, even though she has hours before she has to be at the salon. But Keri already saw her at her worst; Dayla wants to show how nicely she cleans up, too.
Besides, who knows where this may lead? she thinks as she pulls her dark hair into an elegant up-do. Her makeup is flawless, her outfit on point, her hair to die for. With a long last look at her reflection in the mirror, she has to admit she likes what she sees.
She hopes Keri does, too.
You’re just going to meet her cats, damn. Calm down, b***h.
But her nerves trill with anxious energy. Dayla keeps remembering the way Keri’s hair, damp with sweat, curled against the nape of her neck under the do-rag. And her large eyes ringe
