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ever seen.
    "He's a little boy not an 'it,' and if he cries, he cries. Just tuck him in like this."
    Ronnie looked over at the woman and marveled how she got the other one to cling to her hip and neck like that, but did not bring hers any closer to her. They both seemed to be fine just where he was.
    When the elevator doors opened, there stood one of the men from last night.
    He had been sitting next to the jerk and she figured he was his date. Shoving “it,” err…the little boy back at its stroller, Ronnie advanced on the man, poking him in the chest with the money clutched in her hand.

    "You tell your lover boy that I do not want his charity. The nerve of that ass...
    I've been making it on my own for some time now and will continue to do so for a while longer. Take this and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn't shine or where ever. Have a nice life." She turned quickly and stepped back into the elevator and pushed the button several times to go down before the doors finally closed. She saw the man holding the money with one hand and looking at her as if she was insane.
    When the elevator opened again, she walked into the lobby and stormed out of the building and right into the blistering cold afternoon. Damn it, she should have gone to pee first. Tucking down her head, she made her way home—all six flipping blocks.
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    Morgan was still laughing when Nick took his son from her. He was holding onto the money and when he looked at his wife, he knew there was no hope of getting anything from her just yet. He tried to wait until she calmed down, but he thought he would be waiting for a while and decided to chance it.
    "Would you please tell me why the waitress from last night is accusing me of having a lover? A male lover, at that, and telling me to tell him she doesn't want his charity?"
    He thought he had been very reasonable, but apparently, Morgan thought he was hysterical and she laughed all the harder. His sons thought she was funny, too, and started to giggle with her. Nick did not get her at times like this.
    Nick set his son on the floor and went to unstrap his brother. He loved these little guys and loved it when Morgan brought them to work to see him. When they were both crawling around the office, he pulled her into his arms for a deep, sensual kiss. It had the desired effect. She stopped laughing, but now he wanted her.
    They had been married almost two years now and he still could not get enough of her. He forgot why he needed her attention until he saw the money in his hand.
    "Could you please tell me why Ronnie believes I have a lover, and why would he be giving her charity? And just so we're clear, any lover of mine would not be a spend thrift, especially to leave a hundred dollars as a tip. Why, I don't believe the whole bill came to thirty dollars."
    "Of course he wouldn't. Now, the real question is, why did she think it was charity, and who were you with when this charity occurred?" Nick knew she was making fun of him, but he could not figure out how, and decided to let it slide—
    for now.
    "Remember the little diner I told you about? Well, she was the...Devin!"
    When Morgan looked at him confused, he hurried on. "Devin was in a really bad mood and didn't want to stop, but Spence and Jamie were hungry, and you know me. I can eat anytime. Anyway, Devin started in with her. He was nasty about the menus. But damned if she didn't give it right back to him, called him a jackass—under her breath, but we heard her. We ordered and he just kept it up, asked her if she was gonna have the cook spit in his food or something. Come to find out this cop came in to check on her and he told us—actually, he warned us that he and his men came in regularly and checked up on her. He said he had our plate number and all. Turns out she cooked our food and served us too. He told us she was working her way through law school. Devin came out last so I bet he was the one who tipped her. I have to call him and tell