Tip threw both hands into the air, already preparing another argument when Zaire's phone buzzed. The change was immediate. Zaire glanced at the screen, abandoned the confrontation without another word, and started toward the apartment entrance.

Zaire ignored him, pushing through the entrance just as you came into view. Without hesitation, he reached for your waist, pulled you against his chest, and dropped his face into the curve of your neck. One large hand settled possessively against your lower back while the other remained hooked around your hip.