Wifey: Part 2

“You okay?” Jasmine asked him as he stared at her.

Gosling nodded.

“Something isn’t right. You popped up over here out the blue. You got this glossy-eyed look about you. Everything is good? You sure?”

Gosling sat down on Jasmine’s bed and assured her that he was fine.

“Listen, I wanted to make sure that I told you to stay completely out of Prince’s way. We’re taking him off your target list.”

“Why?” Jasmine asked, not that she was complaining, because as far as she was concerned, that was music to her ears.

“We’re ninety percent certain he was behind the funeral home shooting.”

“You shitting?”

“I’m serious.” Gosling took out a breath mint and popped it into his mouth to help mask the smell of liquor. “We would hate to be walking you into a death trap, so until we get more intel, just do your best to keep your distance from him. He’s a dangerous dude. If he shot up a funeral home gunning for Nico and his crew, there’s no telling what he would do to you if he found out or knew somehow that you’re Nico’s woman.”

Jasmine felt better at that point because it seemed to her that Gosling had really popped up at her apartment in more of a protective mode than a snooping, micromanaging role.

“Ahhh, you were so concerned about me that you came over this early in the morning?” Jasmine then walked over to her bed and sat next to Gosling and gave him a hug.

Gosling immediately stood to his feet, wanting to get out of Jasmine’s apartment. Pretty women were his second biggest vice, and his womanizing ways usually followed his nights of drinking. Jasmine was his new drug of choice, and he was desperately trying to avoid making a move on her.

“I have to get to the office,” he told her. “We have an important meeting.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later in the afternoon and fill you in on Homicide.”

“Okay, you do that. And we have to start moving to get Nico back in New York. Agent Battle is starting to grow impatient with me being so lax about Nico being in Miami.”

Jasmine nodded.

As Gosling made his way to Jasmine’s main door, he turned and looked at her before opening the door. “You look cute when you just wake up,” he said to her.

Jasmine was surprised to hear him say that. She didn’t know how to take it, so she decided not to read into the comment. “Is that right?”

Gosling slowly nodded. He was seconds from pulling her toward him and sticking his tongue down her throat.

“At eleven o’clock when they start serving lunch at McDonald’s, go get a Quarter Pounder with cheese, and get an order of large fries. Eat that, and I promise you all the hangover effects of the alcohol will be gone within a half an hour.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The salt from the food, it works wonders on hangovers.” Gosling was speaking from years of experience.

Right at that moment, Homicide was calling Jasmine, but she didn’t want to answer in front of Gosling.

“Good-bye, silly,” Jasmine said to Gosling, and she playfully pushed him out the door as he laughed and told her good-bye.

“Hello,” Jasmine said, quickly answering her cell phone before it stopped ringing.

“You up?”

“Yes,” Jasmine replied, not knowing what to think.

“I’ma come through and check you this afternoon.”

“Oh, okay,” Jasmine said with a smile. “I’ll be here. I’m not going nowhere.”

“That’s what’s up,” Homicide replied before ending the call.