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you
trying to pull here?" I snapped.

 
    Just then Kit banged the back office
door wide open. "Thank you so much sir, we'll be sure to have that ready
for you tomorrow," he trilled, stepping over to my side. Keeping his eyes
on Liam, he very carefully stepped down on my toes. "What the hell are you
doing?" he singsonged under his breath at me as he waved. "Stay warm
out there, sir, haha...."

 
    Liam shook his head. The bastard was
laughing. I wanted to fly at him, scratch his eyes out, but Kit's heavy boot
had me pinned down.

 
    The door shut behind him and Kit whirled
on me. "What the fuck was that, Shay?"

 
    "He's a cheater, Kit," I
shrieked, my anger exploding.   "The
cocky asshole was hitting on me while he put together a bouquet for his
girlfriend!"

 
    Kit held up both hands. "Oh
honey," he shook his head and exhaled. "You need to calm down, okay?
You can't be this...one-woman-morality-crusade against the cheaters of the
world. We need their business." He lowered his voice. " Mom needs their business. If a man wants
to come in here and buy a fucking expensive bouquet for his lady and chat you up
at the same time, you need to smile and let it roll off of you. They all aren't
Tre, lover."

 
    I clenched my fists and fought back
the tears, but Kit cocked his head at me and suddenly I dissolved. "Oh
shit, honey, shit I'm sorry," he crooned, folding me into his bear hug.
"You're gonna be fine lover, you already are. You're so much better off
without that shit husband of yours."

 
    "I know," I sniffed.
"I don't regret leaving him for a second. I regret staying as long as I
did."

 
    "You're a different woman now.
Stronger, smarter. You came out okay."

 
    "I'm okay," I repeated,
knuckling away a tear. "But do me a favor?"

 
    "Anything for you."

 
    "You give him the order when
it's done, okay?"

 
    Kit's eyes widened. "Thought you
needed me to do you a favor, but honey, you're doing one for me! Oh my god, did
you see those eyes?"

 
    "Don't remind me," I
mumbled.

 

 
 
    Chapter
Four

 
 
 
    "He hit on you, then made you
put together a bouquet for his girlfriend? How could he do that?" Kiki's
mouth was a perfect 'O' of shock.

 
    Jasmine sighed noisily and raised her
eyebrows in that arch way she had. I felt sorry for the freshmen unlucky enough
to land in her lecture classes. "Kiki, honey, it only surprises you that
people are awful because everyone loves you."

 
    It was true. With her heart shaped
face and sparkling chocolate eyes, Keysha Mills inspired devotion in everyone
she met. She approached the world with the wide-eyed innocence of a Disney
heroine, and trusted in its goodness. The world seemed to band together to
protect her from ever being hurt, Jasmine and me being her biggest protectors.
She returned the favor by being the most sincerely devoted and loyal friend you
could ask for.

 
    Jasmine, on the other hand, she was
as suspicious and hard-nosed as they came. She viewed everything through the
lens of skepticism. Devastatingly intelligent, I had seen her reduce grown men
to tears just with the sharpness of her tongue. I was always grateful that she
actually liked me and was on my side.

 
      My two best friends could not be more
different and I fell somewhere on the line between the two of them. I was not
as naive as Kiki, not anymore anyway, but I was far from Jazzy's world-weary
panache. I was somewhere in the middle. I hoped.

 
    "So he was pretty rich
though?" Jazzy prompted. We were out, at my insistence, at the
hole-in-the-wall Thai place that was way too good for its crappy shopping plaza
surroundings.

 
    I set down my menu. The bone chilling
winter cold had me craving Thai curries. "Want to know exactly how rich?
We used the Graves Foundation as a case study in business school. They're that rich."

 
    Kiki made an impressed sound. Jazzy
just looked disgusted. "...can get away with anything...," I heard
her mutter. The "excesses of the