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is always a hard thing to do without hurting someone’s feelings. Add egos to the mix and it’s damn near impossible. Now, I can’t say this is the case for everyone, but based on my experience, women are much more concerned with sparing their partner’s feelings. So, if anyone ends up dissatisfied, it tends to be the woman. And men—God love ’em, but they’re not always the best listeners.”
    Jay half shrugged, half nodded. “I can see that.”
    “So, I don’t know.” Lecia turned and looked out at the audience. “I guess the book has been helping.”
    There were exuberant female cheers.
    “I’ve heard this book is so successful that women are now hosting ‘Big O’ parties—where they get together to candidly discuss their sexuality issues.”
    Lecia blushed. “Yes, I’d heard that.”
    “Did you ever imagine you’d affect the women of America this way?”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Well, I think it’s just amazing.”
    There was a round of applause. Lecia smiled graciously.
    “You’re Dr. Love,” Jay said when the applause died down. “You’ve written a successful book. You must be happily involved with someone.”
    Lecia shook her head. “Actually, not right now, no.”
    “Ah, it figures.”
    Lecia swung her head to the right. She’d seen Anthony Beals when she came onstage, and for all she knew, had shaken hands with him, but was too nervous to pay him any attention. Now she saw that he was one fine-looking brother.
    He looked sharp in a black blazer and white shirt that was open at the collar. His wide shoulders carried the blazer to perfection. He had flawless dark skin, well-defined cheekbones, and a neatly trimmed goatee that framed sexy full lips. If only he would smile. He also had piercing brown eyes. Or were they only piercing because he was glaring at her?
    The realization made her heart skip a beat. He truly was glaring.
    She knew of the infamous Anthony Beals. Had heard about his escapades on the news. She had even talked to his wife when the desperate woman approached her outside a bar one evening.
    A shiver of worry slid down her spine. He didn’t know that she’d talked with his wife, did he? Oh, Lord. Maybe he did. Why else would he be looking at her with such…contempt?
    Lecia wasn’t about to ask. She decided it was best to ignore him and continue her interview with Jay.
    But then Jay looked at Anthony Beals and asked, “What are you saying? That a therapist has to be in a relationship in order to give advice?”
    “You want the truth?” Anthony asked.
    “Sure,” Jay replied nonchalantly.
    Oh, God, Lecia thought.
    “I think a stable relationship would be a good start, yeah,” Anthony replied.
    There was some snickering in the audience.
    Lecia felt anger rising in her chest. She bit back the urge to make a snide comment because that would accomplish nothing. Instead she said, “I’m a trained physician and a trained therapist. I think that qualifies me to do the job I do.”
    “Maybe on paper, yeah. But if you ask me, real life experience is more important. Especially when you’re telling people to leave their husbands.”
    Later, Lecia would realize that Anthony’s comment had been bait, and that she’d taken it as easily as a toddler takes candy. “I don’t advise people to leave their spouses,” she replied.
    “Really? You don’t remember telling my wife to leave me?”
    There was a chill to Anthony’s voice as he spoke, and the audience picked up on it. The tension changed, becoming taut, like a too-tight violin string. You could hear a pin drop in the studio.
    “Is that true? You’re his wife’s therapist?” Jay was grinning, no doubt expecting her to deny Anthony’s claim. Either that or he thought it was a hilarious coincidence.
    “I’m not her therapist.”
    “Oh come on,” Anthony said. “You’re gonna deny you told her to leave me?”
    “Your wife is not my patient,” Lecia insisted.
    “But you spoke to her, didn’t you?”