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said.
    She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I get it. This
is part of your lame ass game. You’re about to give me your number
now?” She tossed him a sarcastic smirk. “You men are so
predictable. If you wanted to trade numbers, all you had to do was
say so.”
    He shook his head. This woman was a piece of
work. She was obviously used to playing cat and mouse. He had no
time for all that silliness. “First off, I assure you, my game is
not lame. Second, I don’t have to play games to get a woman to
notice me. Third, if I were trying to pick you up, you’d know it.
Too bad I’m here on business, or I’d show you how a real man
approaches a woman.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “I’m on one of those
reality TV shows, aren’t I?” She jabbed a finger in his chest,
pinning one of the buttons of his silk shirt against his sternum.
“This isn’t funny, Roque Coleman.” She shoved his card in his face.
“If that’s even your real name.”
    “ Why would I give you a
fake name?”
    “ Nobody names their kid
Roque. It’s fake, just like your story.”
    Okay, business or not, she’d crossed the
line. “Look, lady. There’s no need for insults. I’m here to discuss
the property that you own.” He glanced at the email he’d pulled up.
“It was previously owned by LaReesa Jones Wilson Colfax.”
    All the color drained from the woman’s face.
Roque’s card fluttered to the ground as Marlowe placed her slender
fingers on his forearm to steady herself. Her pretty mouth dropped
open and she began to hyperventilate.
    Oh, shit! She’s about to faint.
    He clasped her by the elbows. “Ms. Jones,
are you okay?”
    She shook her head, and then held one palm
over her heart and the other palm in the air like a human stop
sign.
    “ Did you…say…LaReesa
Jones?” she managed.
    “ Yes. You do know her,
don’t you?”
    One of the bridesmaids barged up to him.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded. Her gray eyes flashed
with anger. “What are you doing to my cousin?”
    Roque was torn between stepping away or
consoling Marlowe. “I, uh, was telling her about LaReesa—”
    “ What? Why are you
bringing that woman into this?” Gray Eyes spat.
    He could see he’d touched a nerve. Maybe
there was bad blood between these ladies and LaReesa. Gray Eyes
pulled Marlowe into her embrace. Then, another woman with platinum
blonde hair and ruby red lips arrived and pushed an inhaler into
Marlowe’s hand. Roque watched as Marlowe dragged two deep breaths
from it.
    Great. Apparently, he’d made her asthma
flare up.
    “ What did you say to her?”
Blondie demanded.
    Aw, hell. Now, he had three women pissed at
him. Gray Eyes gave him a glare that would probably turn most men
to stone. But he wasn’t most men.
    “ I was explaining to
Marlowe that LaReesa Jones left some property to her.”
    Blondie gasped. “LaReesa!”
    Damn, why did everyone have this reaction
when he said that name?
    “ What kind of property?”
she asked.
    “ I’m really not at liberty
to discuss it with anyone but Marlowe.”
    Gray Eyes jumped in. “I’m her cousin, Toye.
Whatever you can tell her can be said in front of me.”
    Jeez, if I’d known the crowd would be this
tough, I would have sent Gator!
    Roque picked his card up off the ground and
handed it to Toye. “I represent Coleman Developers,” he told her.
“We’d like to buy a section of property that incudes a house and
land now owned by Marlowe. It was left to her by LaReesa Jones. By
the looks on your faces, I’m assuming you all know her. Let’s give
her a call. Maybe she can clear all of this up.”
    All three women gasped aloud at the same
time.
    When Marlowe finally
spoke, she scowled at him as if he’d committed a crime. “LaReesa was my mother. She’s been dead for almost twenty years.”
     

TWO
     

    “ I can’t believe that fine
ass man was the bearer of bad news,” Toye complained. “He actually
had the nerve to track you down at a wedding. Talk about ruining