Yvette was telling her cousin as they entered the club. Shelby knew she was trying to help, but Yvette didn’t understand the depth of emotion she carried for Ice. She’d seen him a couple of times in the last month since the beating. Though he hadn’t been social, he hadn’t chased her or kicked her ass again either. Taking a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, Shelby sat down in the booth Yvette led her to. She ordered an apple martini and tried to relax, the warning Ian gave her about coming to the club looming large in her mind’s eye. Ice had to still love her; he just had to, Shelby thought as she sighed deeply. If only she could talk to him without him getting angry. Sipping her drink Shelby continued to watch the various patrons as she and Yvette conversed, all the while keeping a wary eye for Ice. The time of limbo wasn’t long as he walked into the club and sat with Carlos. Yes, she thought excitedly taking him in all over again.
