As Jamal drove them home, he kept glancing at Abigail at intervals through the rearview mirror, but her gaze was fixed on her phone all through, and she barely looked up at him.
He wondered if she was really pissed at him because of a lady he didn't even know anything about.
It seemed like she was a very possessive and jealous girlfriend.
Would she be okay with him hanging out with Mari and Emily? Those were his female best friends, not to mention Bella and Brenda, who were always all over him when they were together.
How was he going to be able to handle her possessiveness without having to push away those that mattered to him? He loved his friends and didn't want to ever have to choose between them and Abigail.
Abigail, on the other hand, didn't even notice Jamal looking at her.
She was too busy searching. She scrolled through the early episodes of her podcast, her eyes scanning for one name: J.J.
