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their Sonny and Cher routine than met the eye.
    “Great, my pain is your pleasure,” Miller lamented.
    “Honey, all pain is my pleasure.” MeShell smirked. “That’s just the way I get down.”
    That was far more than Cyn wanted to know. Ever. Also, thinking of getting down was getting her down. She could have been getting laid with a capital L.
    Parker was too yummy. Why oh why did she let her stupid little morals get in the way? Though, to be honest, she had really enjoyed simply talking with him. They’d talked about stupid things, such as their favorite color and foods, and even a few deep things such as their views on religion and politics.
    It was the best non-date she’d ever been on. Hell, those two hours were better than some real dates she’d been on. How sad.
    Miller interrupted her selfish thoughts with one of his own. “God, I hate him.”
    “No, you don’t,” Cyn felt compelled to say. “If you did, we wouldn’t be having this Waiting to Exhale moment.”
    “I’m exhaling. I’m exhaling all over the damn place. I’m over him.”
    “Take a deep breath in and get over yourself. We have more important things to discuss.” MeShell scratched her head, her blonde wig moving with each motion. “Like me, or better yet, like Ms. Cyn over there.”
    “Me?” Cyn looked up from the ice cream with spoon in hand. She’d known this moment was coming. “What did I do?”

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    “You disappeared.”
    Before Cyn could scoop out a spoonful of yummy gooey calories, Miller snatched the ice cream and spoon away. “Yeah, where did you go?”
    “To the VIP room.” The look of utter surprise on their faces made her laugh. “You two aren’t the only people I know.”
    “Who do you know?” MeShell’s artistically drawn-on eyebrows arched as if in surprise.
    “Lots of people.”
    “Like?” Miller asked, joining the nosey bandwagon. He sat on the coffee table, his drama apparently forgotten.
    “Like one of the owners.” Cyn reached for the ice cream but Miller moved it out of the way.
    “We all know DelRay,” MeShell said, noting the obvious. “And if you tell me he gave you a pass to the VIP room, when I had to blow the bastard to get in the club, I’m going to be highly irritated.”
    Miller and Cyn both turned to MeShell, who was looking fit to be tied. “You blew him?” Miller asked, his disgust more than evident in his tone.
    “Could you please move your high horse, his shit is stinking up the room?” With an annoyed sigh, MeShell removed her wig and dropped it on the table next to Miller who was digging into the ice cream with gusto. “Do you think a fairy godmother was behind our invitations? Did I miss the pumpkin coach outside the club?”
    “Our?” Cyn questioned, confused.
    “Yes, our.” MeShell ran her hand over her dark bald scalp then stood up and stretched. “I didn’t want to hear Miller here crying because he didn’t get to go.”
    “That was nice of you,” Miller said warily. “What do you want?”
    “Oh please. I don’t want anything from you.” MeShell looked over at Cyn and grinned. “But you, I do want something from.”
    “What?”
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    “Information.” MeShell sat back down next to her on the couch and leaned back against the cushions. “Why did DelRay let you get into the VIP room?”
    “He didn’t.”
    “Then who did?” MeShell was as tenacious as a dog with a bone.
    “Parker.” Just saying his name made Cyn smile. She was such a goner.
    “Parker who?”
    “Could you be more in my business?” Moving quickly, Cyn grabbed the container from Miller. Her joy in her conquest was short lived when she saw it was empty. Damn it.
    “Yes, I could. Now talk. Don’t make me get ugly.” Miller opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by MeShell, who held her hand up to silence him. “No comments from the peanut gallery.”
    “What do you want to