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come up with on my own, but that’s how I presented it. I wasn’t scared to do it, because all of the people who worked in the sorting and weighing area were my friends. The dude Carlos who did the sort for my bundles was basically in love with me and would do whatever I asked anyway.
    â€œWhatcha’ mean, get them delivered?” Eduardo finally said, looking at me seriously.
    â€œJust what I said, easy as that. Have your people send the packages a certain way. Make sure they use other items to cover up the scent . . . I hear coffee beans work good on weed. I’ll identify the packages. Have someone I know sort, weigh, and scan the packages and I will be the one dropping them off on my route to your addresses. Simple as that,” I explained.
    â€œWhy, though? Why would you risk it?” Eduardo asked suspiciously.
    â€œThe same reason you do what you do: money. And for real, because I like you a lot too,” I said honestly, lowering my eyes bashfully. I hated to admit my feelings to him so soon, but what else was I going to say? It couldn’t all be just about money, although in my mind at that time, money was my first priority.
    â€œDamn, baby girl. I guess that’s as real as it gets. I’m feeling that,” Eduardo said, coming over and grabbing me into a huge bear hug. I melted against him, feeling wanted and accepted. That was the start of our thing and I was all in from day one as long as we kept things simple. But, of course, nothing ever stays simple.

CHAPTER 3
    MOVING WEIGHT
    â€œW hich one you want?” I beamed, pushing a display of expensive watches toward Eduardo. He laughed like I was joking or like he didn’t believe that I was going to buy him one of the gold or diamond timepieces.
    â€œI’m dead-ass. Why are you laughing? Pick one out and it’s on me,” I said.
    â€œCheck you out . . . the tables have all of a sudden turned. I’m not the one taking you shopping anymore, huh? Now you can afford to spring on me?” Eduardo joked.
    â€œDon’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Pick something. It’s my treat for all of the ways you have changed my life,” I said, sincerely. “We’re not leaving here until you have something out of this case on your arm . . . or in a damn bag.” Eduardo shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, if you say so . He looked down into the case and studied the watches. He studied them and I was busy studying his fine ass.
    Eight months had passed since Eduardo and I had first met that day on my mail route. Eight months of fun, hot sex, money to spare, and smooth business dealings. I had to say to myself that my life had been great. I actually looked forward to going to work every day. Our little system was working like a charm and so far, there had been no glitches. We were moving the packages daily and there had been not one inkling of drama thus far.
    Eduardo had copped us an apartment in the Cosmopolitan apartments in the Town Center area of Virginia Beach and moved me and my son in with him. It was the first sign that we were going to be together for the long haul. I had never lived in a building that had a doorman, indoor pool, full gym, and a damn spa all right on the premises. It was like going from hell to heaven all in a short span of time. I had never seen Andrew so happy to be somewhere as when we moved into our apartment and he was able to see his newly decorated Spider-Man room. My son got along so well with Eduardo. It was like God had answered all of my prayers.
    Eduardo had even paid off the taxes on my mother’s small, raggedy house for the year. I mean, she couldn’t move in with us because we wanted to be like a new little family, but I made sure I visited my mother every day and that she had everything she needed since I had left. My mother liked Eduardo a lot, but she also thought he was a car salesman. I couldn’t possibly tell her that he was a damn hustler