A large black man stood from the loveseat behind Kenzi and Ellie, rounding the end to sit on the one across from them. “Sorry to eavesdrop, I’m Ash, I’m an RA, I thought I might be able to help.”
He looked familiar to Ellie, and in a flash it came back to her, their brief meeting when Cutter had led her around campus before her eventual meeting with Liz. Ash had been keeping an eye on the departed Whitson Brantley.
He was even larger than Ellie remembered, and though he did not smile, she found a trustworthiness in him. Kenzi, meanwhile, was busy trying to look up his nylon shorts that had fallen to leave a slight teardrop shaped opening near one of his massive thighs.
“My eyes are up here,” Ash said, and then Ellie saw a smile, wide and genuine and humble, lacking entirely the mirth of Kenzi’s or the hidden knowledge of Liz’s.
Kenzi displayed said grin as she slowly wound her gaze upwards, finally meeting Ash face to face. “Damn. Are you…”
“Strictly monogamous,” Ash said. “Though perhaps you’d be interested in my Salihah.” He turned to Ellie. “Is she always like this?”