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arrived and was looking for Yvonne when she felt someone grab her hand, startling her. When she turned around, she had to do a double take. For a moment, she thought it was Geno, but it wasn’t. Although they had the same caramel complexion and similar features, this guy had a bald head, where Geno kept his thick curls cut close. He wore a mustache and goatee, as did Geno, and they had the same athletic build.
    â€œOops, my bad,” he said when he saw the confused look on her face. “I thought you were someone else.”
    He checked out Kayla with her cocoa brown skin, dimpled smile, curvaceous figure and short-cropped hair cut. It was no doubt he liked what he saw.
    â€œOh, no problem.” Kayla finally found her voice. “Excuse me.”
    â€œAt least let me buy you a drink. I know you wanted to slap me for grabbing you like that.” He smiled at her and extended his hand. “Craig.”
    â€œKayla, and you don’t have to do that, really, it’s okay,” she answered, shaking it. She quickly turned and spotted Yvonne and Roni coming toward her. She maneuvered past him and shook her head, forcing herself not to turn back around.
    â€œWho is that, Geno’s cousin or something?” Roni asked.
    â€œI don’t know. He accidentally grabbed me, thought I was someone else or something. His name is Craig.” Kayla shrugged.
    â€œHe looks just like Geno, except he got a bald head and he got the thug thing going on. Better watch out,” Yvonne said. Yvonne thought all hard looking guys were criminals, and she and Roni always had comments about drug dealers and jailbirds.
    They found a table near the dance floor and were having a ball drinking and laughing. Soon, Roni and Tia were on the dance floor as Kayla and Yvonne watched. The deejay was spinning old school jams that they had not heard in years. Kayla could not stop rocking to the beat. Then, as if on cue, Craig pulled her out of her chair and onto the floor. He had some moves. She could not help but laugh and demonstrate moves of her own. For the first time in a long lime, she was enjoying herself.
    â€œHow about that drink?” he asked when the deejay decided to slow it down. She didn’t think twice as she followed him to the bar. He seemed like a nice guy and they vibed for the remainder of the evening. She was surprised when she looked at her watch and realized it was after midnight.
    â€œI gotta go,” she told him reluctantly.
    â€œThe club doesn’t close until three. What’s the rush?” he asked. “You got a man at home waiting for you?”
    â€œNo. If I had a man, do you think I would have let you up in my face all night?” She laughed.
    â€œOh, I was all in your face, huh? That’s how it is? Well if that’s the case, can I at least get your number so I can stay up in your pretty face?” He looked at her with such intensity she felt a chill down her spine.
    â€œLet me get your number and I’ll think about it,” she said. He asked a passing waitress to borrow her pen then grabbed a napkin off her tray, writing his number on it.
    â€œWell you do that. But at least call and let me know you made it home safely.” He placed the napkin in her hand.
    â€œWon’t you still be here until three?” Kayla put the paper in her pocket without looking at it.
    â€œI put my pager number on the top. Call and put in code o-o-one. I’ll know it’s you.”
    â€œOh, no. I pick my own code. And you’ll know it’s me. I don’t want some code you probably give to all your club chicks.” Kayla gave him a quick hug and went back to the table to bid good-bye to her girls.
    â€œI thought you and him went to get a room or something,” Tia joked.
    â€œGirl, please. I just met him. I didn’t even give him my number.” Kayla smirked.
    â€œBut I bet you got his,” Yvonne threw at her. “I guess you won’t