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front entrance of the restaurant, alone. My heart started pounding. The server then sat Lavante’s fettuccine Alfredo in front of him. As the man walked inside the restaurant, my eyes could no longer deny it was Greg.
    I blurted out, “Shit.”
    â€œSomething wrong with the food?” Lavante asked me.
    I turned my face toward Lavante but continued to look at Greg from the corner of my right eye. I have to get out of the restaurant before Greg sees me with Lavante, I thought . I feared Greg would do something stupid and trip out. I knew that I should be able to do what I wanted, but just in case he acted stupid, I didn’t want to scare Lavante off.
    I quickly came up with an excuse. “Uh, Lavante, what time is it?”
    He looked at his watch. “Two forty-five.”
    Greg was now across the dining area, talking to the hostess, with his back to me. I had to get out of there. My eyes passed over the dining area. With luck, I could make it to the back-door exit without him seeing me, since our booth wasn’t far from it.
    â€œI have to get home. I forgot to give my daughter her medicine. It’s antibiotics, and if you miss a day, it throws the medication off.”
    â€œOh, antibiotics. It must be serious... .”
    I stopped listening after the word serious, because I saw that I had convinced him. I nodded. “Well, I gotta go. Thanks.” I gave him a quick smile.
    I made a beeline to the door, keeping my head down and briskly walking. Once I made it to the door without Greg seeing me, my hand reached for the knob.
    â€œAllure!”
    My hearted started pounding. I thought about my date with McCoy and how Greg had sabotaged it and had messed stuff up between McCoy and me before I even got a chance to get to know McCoy.
    I turned around slowly and saw Lavante holding up my purse. From the corner of my eye I saw Greg’s head shoot up at the mention of my name. He stopped walking behind the hostess who was taking him to a table in the same section as Lavante. I had to get out of there!
    I jogged over to Lavante, snatched my purse, and slipped through the door.
    Once I was outside, I ran to my car, not even back into the restaurant to see what was happening. I jumped in my car, started the ignition, and pulled my car out of the restaurant’s parking lot. I prayed Greg didn’t go up to Lavante and question him. That would probably push Lavante away from me for good, just as I was trying to get closer to him.
    The next thing I knew, I looked in my rearview mirror and spied Greg’s car in pursuit of mine. Well, at least I knew he wasn’t confronting Lavante. I was pleased about that, but certainly not comfortable with him following my ass. Damn! I increased my speed, feeling my heart slam in my chest. He honked his horn wildly and pulled into the lane beside me.
    I glanced at him as he made a motion for me to pull over. I shook my head, indicating no.
    â€œWho is that?” he yelled out the driver’s window.
    I ignored him and kept driving, making him more furious.
    â€œHow could you bring him to our spot?” he demanded.
    What the fuck is he talking about? I thought. We had been there only once before. I jumped into another lane and went faster. He followed after me. I jumped on the ramp for the freeway, hoping he would give up and leave me the hell alone. He didn’t. A look in my rearview mirror showed me he was close on my heels.
    He jumped alongside me again and yelled out his window, “I wish I could kill you, bitch!” He was crying.
    That got my heart beating faster, and my hands, on the steering wheel, started to tremble. I hated when he threatened me or said he wanted me dead, because in the back of my mind I always felt he was going to be successful at it one day.
    I went to eighty now, even though my hands were still shaking on the steering wheel. I jumped over into another lane without checking which ramp it was. His car was an older