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desk. The only things she’d ordered recently were two pairs of Kate Spade sandals and a handbag, but those items had arrived days earlier. She assumed the contents had to be a gift from one of her admirers.
    “I don’t know. A courier service delivered the package about ten or fifteen minutes ago.”
    Jada skimmed the box, and the only writing on it was her name across the top.
    Tammy handed her a box cutter and Jada eagerly cut through the tape, hoping it was a gift from Marcus Hightower, the president of a bank. They’d been out a number of times and lately, he’d been sending gifts on a regular basis.
    Excitement raced through her body as she cut away the tape. She loved surprises almost as much as she loved gifts.
    At that moment, Martina and Christina came down the stairs discussing a project.
    “So what’s all of this?” MJ stopped next to Jada. CJ stood on Jada’s left. “Another gift from one of your boy-toys?”
    “Oh, don’t hate. I can’t help it if I have generous admirers.”Jada opened the box and yanked out all of the newspaper surrounding two smaller boxes. More excitement bubbled within her as she tore through the first of the two smaller boxes.
    Her hands stilled, and the smile dropped from her lips when she lifted the item from the box.
    “What the hell is that?” MJ asked, disgust dripping from her words. “Tell me someone didn’t send you a purple power drill.”
    “Well, that’s what it looks like.” CJ grinned as Jada frowned at the unusual gift. “It might seem like a fatuous type of gift, but personally, I think it shows signs of the sender’s solicitous nature.”
    Both Jada and Martina turned to Christina. Jada narrowed her eyes. “What the heck does fatuous mean?” CJ’s word-a-day mission to improve her vocabulary was driving everyone crazy. Jada lifted her hands and shook her head. “No, no don’t tell me. I don’t care.”
    “What you should be caring about is what type of knucklehead sends a sheet metal worker a purple drill? It should be against the law for a company to even make crap like this. You drop it once, and I guarantee this junk will crumble into a thousand pieces.” MJ took it upon herself to pull out the next box and ripped the package open as if Jada wasn’t standing there. Then she burst out laughing. “ And purple tools? This is too much!” She laughed harder, pounding the counter in an effort to catch her breath.
    “Who sent all of this?” CJ stretched her neck to peer into the box. “Someone trying to expiate for an atrocity they perpetrated against you? I have to say, these accoutrements are going to look cute on your tool belt.”
    MJ whirled on her. “Stop it! Who the hell uses expiate or accoutrements in a simple conversation?”
    “Hey! Don’t get mad at me if I use words that are arcane by people who only pick up a book sporadically.”
    “Well, use another one of those stupid words while we’re standing here and I’m going to use a few choice words….”
    Jada tuned out her cousins. Curious by the gifts, she searched through the box for a note. She found a small, white envelope and quickly pulled out a card.
    Beautiful tools for a beautiful woman. You left the reception before I had a chance to ask you out officially. Have dinner with me this Saturday night. Zack .
    Jada shook her head. First, the telephone calls from him that she had ignored, and then the nightly dreams. Now gifts. She reread the card that included his telephone number and shoved it back into its envelope. She appreciated the gesture, but her family and coworkers would laugh her right off the job if they caught her using purple tools. The teasing was bad enough with her arriving to work in full makeup, perfect hair and polished nails. There was no way she was giving them more ammunition to use against her. Besides, she couldn’t go out with Zack.
    Martina grabbed hold of Jada’s wrist and yanked the small envelope out of her hand. She read the card.