No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I watched as Conrad's shoes splashed through puddles, rainwater soaking through the fabric. "How did Ernest pull it off?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm not sure, nobody is," Conrad replied, adjusting his umbrella to shield us better from the rain as he glanced at me.

I met his gaze head-on. "So, you think I'm in the know and you're trying to pry some information out of me?"

Facing my piercing stare, Conrad conceded, "You probably don't know."

He looked away, continuing to walk. "He's keeping it under wraps for sure. But I heard something."

"What?" I prodded.

"There's a rumor going around that the head of Club Q got into some trouble. Whether it's true, I can't say," Conrad shared, the uncertainty in his voice clear. It seemed he was trying to gauge my reaction. "You suspect Ernest's involved?"

After a brief pause, Conrad admitted, "Maybe, but it seems unlikely. Club Q is a big deal in Houston, touching their boss, let alone getting an audience with him, is no small feat."

enough to understand he must have tried and failed to meet with Club

helped Jefferson, I have no idea... and he didn't give me a chance to ask," I confessed, feeling a droplet of rain hit my face, chillingly reminiscent of the tears I shed when Ernest pushed me away. "Ernest didn't

couldn't forgive. He said he didn't want the woman he loves risking her life for another

could have been

and said, "Just like how your actions with me led Haley to

smoothly, a hint of genuine apology in

"Think explaining to

how my journey with Conrad mirrored the one I was now on with Ernest, only with the roles reversed. Silence fell between us, and then I added, "Conrad, we're practically family

"Felicia..."

"Conrad, whatever happened

Don't blame yourself or feel guilty," I said, aiming to sever any fingering

a 'blood debt' back in Houston? Consider it repaid the next time I need blood. We're each other's blood banks. And

concluded to