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smiling like a kid in a candy store. I snuck up from behind so he couldn’t see me coming.
    “Hey, man, stop lookin’ at my woman!” I said, trying to disguise my voice.
    “Hey, fool, what took you so long?” He stood up and gave me a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you for over an hour.”
    “Sorry, I was, uh, all tied up.”
    “So now you got jokes, huh? Sit your butt down and have a drink,” he said while flagging down the bartender. “Give me another shot of Hennessy!”
    “So, where’s Denise?”
    “She went to the bathroom with her girlfriend. You know how women are, they have to do everything together. They even pee in groups. You never see two guys look at each other and go, Hey, man, you wanna go to the bathroom?”
    “Wait a second, did you say
girlfriend
? Don’t tell me she went behind my back again!”
    “Julian, you know Denise is the matchmaker from hell. For some strange reason she thinks you’re a good man. I don’t have the heart to tell her you were one of the biggest ’hos in Chicago.”
    “Who, me?”
    “Nigga, please! Don’t play that holier-than-thou role. Before you got married you screwed more women than Hugh Hefner and Wilt Chamberlain put together.”
    Just then the bartender set my drink in front of me.
    “Okay, I admit it, I was a ’ho.” I lifted my glass. “Let’s make a toast—to the Twelve Step ’Ho Rehab Program. May I never relapse.”
    “Hear! Hear!”
    As I sipped on my drink, I saw Denise coming down the aisle. She looked elegant in the black halter dress she was wearing. At six-two she demanded attention from every man in the room, which only served to confuse me as to why she had put up with Eddie’s nonsense for three years. She was a successful model, very intelligent, and had just turned thirty years old.
Love must do strange things to a woman’s self-esteem,
I was thinking.
    “Hey, Li’l Sis!” I kissed her on the cheek. “Long time no see!”
    “It’s great seeing you, too, Julian. You lookin’ good for an old man.”
    “You ain’t lookin’ bad yourself.”
    “I’m sure Eddie already told you about my friend.”
    “Of course he did!” I gave her
that look.
“Denise, I told you—I’m not interested in a relationship, especially not a longdistance one.”
    “Julian, I promise you, I didn’t invite her. I don’t even recall mentioning I was coming here tonight.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    “I swear to God.” She raised her hand. “Maybe it’s just fate.”
    “Fate must be wearing a black halter dress,” I laughed. “But I’m not gonna let your matchmaking ruin my evening. I’m gonna enjoy myself tonight, then fly outta here in the morning. That seems to be the
only
way I can get away from Ms. Love Connection.”
    “Forget you, Julian!”
    “I love you, too, Li’l Sis! So, where’s this perfect woman with the great personality? And she’d better not be ugly!”
    I checked the expression on Eddie’s face. He gave me a nod and a slight grin. That told me she was at least a seven and a half or eight.
    “Why don’t you judge for yourself?” Denise said. “Here she comes now.”
    I damn near choked on my drink when I saw her walking down the stairs toward us. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, highlighted with light brown streaks. It was silky and full of body, like she had just stepped out of a commercial for Dark and Lovely. The dress she had on was sharp. It was red silk with thin shoulder straps. Her skin was a flawless caramel tone. She reminded me of a young Diahann Carroll as she elegantly glided down the stairs.
    As she grew closer I noticed that the dress was a slit way up to her midthigh, which exposed a toned leg. She set it off with a thin gold ankle bracelet. But her most unique attribute was her hazel eyes. They were the kind that could put a man in a trance.
    “Olivia Brown, Julian Payne,” Denise said formally.
    “Hello, Julian,” she said in a soft and oddly familiar voice. Then she reached out and