“Yes, baby?”

“Turn around.”

Kisa turned over on her side to face her husband.

“I love you.”

“And I love you, Sincere.”

“Then tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I told you, it’s really nothing.”

“It’s really nothing? Come on, Kisa, this is me. I know everything about you. Vodka is your party drink. When you want to relax, you have a glass of wine. The only time you drink Rémy is when you’re depressed or when something’s bothering you. So spit it out, sweetheart.”

Kisa smiled at her husband’s knowledge of her. “Okay, I know this may sound a little crazy, but I really miss New York.”

“How you miss it? We’re there at least twice a month.”

“I miss living there—as soon as I arrive, it’s business. By time I get everything at the spa in order, it’s time for us to get back on the plane; I never have any time to enjoy myself. I’m going to end up selling the spa just like the salon. To tell the truth, I really miss Harlem. I want to move back.”

“I really miss the City too, I’ve been thinking about moving back.”

Kisa propped up, “You have?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d want to go back. Not to mention your parents are so happy to have the kids here.”

“Christen and Kai are another reason I want to go back. I want them to grow up somewhere with a lot of cultural diversity.”

“Quit playing, girl, Charlotte got diversity. You just miss Eisani.”

Kisa did miss Eisani very much. The pair were as close as two could possibly be. They were first cousins by blood relation, but by definition they were sisters. Kisa and Eisani were often mistaken for twins. Both girls had light skin, with bodacious figures that boasted tiny waistlines and wide hips. They even shared the same warm brown eyes and wore their hair in a similar long layered cut. Kisa’s hair was the color of cinnamon while Eisani’s was light brown with platinum and blond streaks. Ever since they were eighteen the two had been completely inseparable, and if you crossed one, knowingly or unknowingly, you crossed the other.

Eisani had lain low in Charlotte for a while with Kisa until the Shea scandal blew over. That didn’t last long, though, because Harlem was the only home for her. She didn’t give two fucks about the accusations that she and Kisa had played a role in Shea’s death. Honestly, she had nothing to do with Shea’s death, nor had she been present when it went down. Eisani was simply guilty by her association with Kisa.

Playfully, Kisa hit Sincere with a pillow. “I’m serious, Sin.”

“Admit it, though, you really miss Eisani too.”

“True.”

“That’s all you had to say. I hate that Butta’s been home for a month and I’ve only seen him once.”

“I thought he was coming down to visit for a while.”

“Man, Butta trying to get that paper right now.” Sincere smiled, thinking of his brother.