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looked at him for a minute without saying anything because she wasn’t sure whether she was ready to tell anybody in Cameroon about the new addition to her and Demoto’s family.
    “You scared?”
    “Of what?”
    He waved his hand around the room in reference to her current situation.
    “Yes and no.”
    “Why not? You’re a stranger here. You should be.”
    Taryn rolled her eyes to the sky trying to think of a way she wanted to word what she was going to say next. There really was no way to put it other than to just say it, so she did.
    “There’s no reason to be. Demoto will be here soon.” Her words were soft and reassuring like she believed them with every fiber of her being- because she did.
    Uzoma didn’t say anything. He just continued looking at her. The same way Demoto did, the same way Ayo did, and the same way Ornella had been doing all day. Clearly, it was a Youngblood thing. The way they looked at people was crazy and it almost made her feel uncomfortable.
    “You sure about that?”
    Taryn nodded.
    “Very well. I can’t wait to see him.”
    “You and him close?”
    “Not so much anymore. I’ve been back in Cameroon for a while, so we don’t talk much. When I lived in Florida we spoke every day.”
    The perfectly arched brows on Taryn’s face raised in surprise, “You lived in the United States before?”
    A small smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “Yes. From age five to age fourteen. My father sent me away, but after his death, I returned home.”
    “Why though? You didn’t like it?”
    He shrugged. “It was fine, but I love my home. I learned English and went to school, but my heart was here in Cameroon.”
    “So that’s why you know English?” Though she hadn’t thought about it before, now it made sense. No one else other than Ornella and fat Chauncey had spoken English since she’d gotten there.
    She’d almost gotten a headache while they were eating dinner. Some of her guards had come in and everyone was speaking French. It was driving her crazy. She thought she hated when Demoto and Ayo did that to her at home, being in a room full of strangers really pissed her off.
    “You’re so light-skinned, and you speak so proper.” Taryn pulled her hair from her ponytail, allowing it to fall down on her shoulders and back. “If you didn’t talk, I would never know you were African.”
    “You’re so dark-skinned and you speak so country. If you didn’t talk, I still wouldn’t know what you are because you don’t look like the other black people in the US.”
    “I’m half Ethiopian.”
    He nodded. “That explains a lot.”
    “Is there a phone around here?” Taryn was desperate and she wanted to call Demoto so bad.
    Uzoma’s face went solid. He was serious and his eyes looked away from her. “I can’t do that.”
    Taryn wanted to act shocked, but she wasn’t. He was talking to her and being nice, but he was still one of them. She rolled her eyes at him and got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. The thin yoga pants had gathered between the thickest part of her thighs, so before walking off she pulled them down some.
    She padded across the floor and into the bathroom large enough to be a one-bedroom apartment. Uzoma’s eyes followed her the entire way. One thing he had learned to appreciate while being in the United States was the way the women were built. Taryn was no different. When he’d first seen the baby wandering the halls it caught him off guard until he remembered that Ornella had told him that they were coming.
    He was still a little leery of things with them because he didn’t quite agree with what his aunt was doing, but he didn’t speak on it. Instead, he remained quiet and went with the flow. His aunt Ornella had a terrible temper, and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. She had no respect of person. Anyone who crossed her would die, and he loved his life a little too much to suffer that type of fate.
    He could tell that Demoto’s