The next time I saw Xavier, Sherie and I were way behind because she couldn’t find her favorite shoes, yet again. Uncle Cranky drove Tonya to her private school in the mornings so we didn’t usually meet in the hallway unless we were late, like today.
Tonya and her uncle stood outside their apartment door as he locked up. She wore her school uniform while Xavier was dressed in pressed gray slacks and a purple button-down shirt. Gray leather shoes completed the outfit. Man, would I love to rumple him up, just a little bit. Take a crack at that arrogant mouth of his.
“Marius, Sherie. Do you need a ride? I think the school is on our way. Why are you late anyway? Isn’t that…” Xavier stopped mid-sentence when he saw my facial expression.
“Um, sorry. Really, it’s not a problem, and it’s the le
