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the table, and the job description was simply catering to Pastor Jennings’s needs. The current property management job was only two months old. An expletive slipped from her lips as she resigned herself to the fact that she’d have to ask her mother to cosign for the lease.
    She folded her arms and slouched back in the faux leather wheeled chair. Mist seeped from her eyes as she took in her surroundings, her small workstation, and wondered, How did I get here?
    She’d had dreams of being a family therapist. After experiencing the pain of a broken family, Reyna had wanted to help families solve problems and stay together. But she’d allowed that dream to die after Pastor Jennings insisted the Lord had spoken to her and wanted Reyna to work as her assistant at the church. At the time she’d readily agreed and dropped out of school just one year shy of completing her master’s degree. Whenever Reyna had mentioned finishing school, her mother and Pastor Jennings would ambush her and coerce her into working for the ministry.
    Reyna closed her eyes, leaned her head back, wondering when her common sense had vacated the building and left her dependent on others, like her mother and Tyson, to meet her basic needs.
    Abruptly, Reyna sat forward, put her elbows on the desk, and voiced her thoughts. “Good old Tyson, he’ll sign the lease for me. He just loves helping me out.” Her lower lip curled. “Of course, I’ll have to apologize for dissin’ him the other night.”
    â€œWhat was that?”
    The low monotone voice interrupted the conversation Reyna was having with herself and instantly set her on edge. Her boss had always had that effect on her. Paige was all about business all the time. Although the office hours were nine to five, Paige boasted that she arrived at seven every morning. For what, Reyna didn’t know and didn’t care to find out. When agents shared family photos and stories, Paige bragged about maintaining a prosperous real estate company during the housing slump, when most real estate companies were folding.
    Reyna turned and faced her boss. Today, like every day, Paige was dressed in a black pantsuit, a white-collared blouse, and two-inch black sling-backs. Even without makeup and dressed starkly, the espresso-colored woman was beautiful. Reyna attributed Paige’s singleness to her devotion to her job. In the short time Reyna had been with the company, more than a few admirers had appeared, but if the conversation didn’t evolve around opening or closing an escrow, Paige would quickly dismiss them. Reyna would do just about anything to trade places with Paige.
    Reyna pasted on a smile and gathered her thoughts. “Don’t mind me. I was just thinking out loud.”
    A rare smile appeared on Paige’s face. “It’s okay to have thoughts of Tyson. He’s a good man with a great work ethic, but don’t let that interfere with your work.” At rapid speed the smile disappeared, and the stoic demeanor emerged. “I need this month’s lease renewals and inspections on my desk in ten minutes.”
    As Reyna watched Paige’s hair bounce away, she remembered why she disliked her boss. Paige reminded her of Tyson. “Maybe I should fix them up,” she mumbled, “right after I get him to sign on the dotted line.”

Chapter 6
    Tyson read the first paragraph of the brief for the wrongful death case for the third time. Like with the two previous attempts, his thoughts wandered off from the written words to the thorn in his flesh. Reyna. As hard as he tried, Tyson couldn’t get her off his mind. Exercise didn’t work; neither did meditation. All night and most of the morning, he had declared he no longer cared for her, but his heart had rejected the memo. He wanted what Kevin and Leon had, and he wanted it with Reyna.
    Procrastination had never been a character trait of his, but Tyson willfully saved