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used his music to show them that God could be their way out of no way, just like He had been for Truuth.
    “You gotta meet somebody,” Truuth said beckoning to a figure nearby. “G, you already know ‘Dre; this is my publicist, Jules; Jules, this is my cousin Germaine.”
    For the second time that night Jules caught herself staring.
    “We already met,” Germaine said casually, his eyes lingering on Jules for a split second.
    Jules shivered despite the warmth of the club.
    “Yeah, we met,” she mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his.
    “I’ve been looking all over for you guys,” Tanya said, appearing out of nowhere. She stopped suddenly, looked up at Germaine, then at Jules.
    “Tanya, this is Truuth’s cousin, Germaine; Germaine, this is the boss lady, Tanya,” Jules introduced.
    “A pleasure to meet you,” Tanya said brightly, before turning back to ‘Dre and Truuth. It was obvious from her briskness that she was in full business mode.
    “There’s this guy who’s doing a gospel thing later this year. I think he might be interested in booking Truuth. Maybe we can even get him to squeeze some of the other artists into the roster.”
    Not one to miss a business opportunity, ‘Dre was out of his seat and nudging Tanya across the room before she had even finished speaking.
    “Catch up with you later, cuz,” Truuth said, trailing behind them.
    “Aren’t you gonna do the mad dash with them?” Germaine asked, raising one eyebrow questioningly.
    “Nah. They can handle it, that is if they don’t scare the poor guy off with their enthusiasm first.”
    Germaine chuckled lightly before occupying the seat ‘Dre had just vacated.
    “I thought you weren’t gonna stalk me,” Jules said.
    “It’s not stalking if you enjoy it.”
    Before she could think of a witty response, the bartender came over and placed a glass of cranberry juice in front of Jules and what looked like a root beer before Germaine.
    “Thanks, Owen,” Germaine said, nodding slightly to the bartender as he left.
    “Since when are you and the bartender on a first-name basis?” she asked.
    “Since I hired him.”
    “You hired him?” Jules said. “So I guess you’re going to tell me next that you own the place?”
    Germaine smiled easily, his eyes never leaving Jules’s.
    “You’re the owner? But wait, that means …” Jules’s eyes widened as Germaine casually took a sip from his root beer and watched her put the pieces together.
    “You told Owen to cut me off!”
    Germaine shrugged unapologetically. “Guilty as charged.”
    “Why would you do that?”
    “How else could I get you to let me buy you a drink?”
    Jules opened and closed her mouth several times as she searched for a response. She was sure that she probably should be mad at him. But she could only shake her head and smile. Guess she didn’t have to look far for that something new after all.
    “Okay, so you got a few moves,” Jules said, refusing to give in so quickly. “Is that supposed to impress me?”
    “I never said it should.”
    “Good, because it doesn’t.”
    “I picked up on that,” Germaine said easily. “Tell me something though,” he said, cocking his head to the side and looking at her curiously. “What would it take to impress you?”
    His eyes were hypnotizing her again, and Jules felt her stomach begin to do somersaults.
    “Well, if I had to tell you, then it wouldn’t be that impressive anymore, now would it.”
    “You do have a point there.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “You’re something else, Jules. A guy’s gotta bring his ‘A’ game when it comes to you.”
    “Oh, you were bringing game? I couldn’t tell.”
    “Ouch,” Germaine groaned, leaning back and grabbing his chest. “You’re killing me.”
    “Nah, you’re fine. Most guys wouldn’t hold out for as long as you have.”
    “Yes, well, I’m not most guys,” he said. “I like a good challenge. You, however, are one tough cookie.”
    “You