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tomorrow.”
    â€œTiff, that is like the best news I’ve heard all week. I mean, like, are you going to tell him that you were in love from the first moment you saw him?”
    â€œUmmm, no,” Tiffany said and laughed.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause that sounds corny and juvenile, Rose. I can’t come off like a stalker.”
    â€œYeah, you’re right, that may come off a little too strong.”
    â€œYes, I am going to take my time, play it cool, and then I am going to devour him,” Tiffany joked.
    â€œOooh, girl, you so nasty,” Rose said playfully.
    â€œYes, I am. I feel like a horny teenager, Rose, just thinking about it. God, I loved me some Kory back then.”
    â€œWhat about now?”
    â€œRose, come on, be serious. I like him. He’s still sexy as hell, but I don’t know that man. He could be a beater, or weird, you know, like have some crazy-ass foot fetish or worse.” Tiffany paused, and they both said, “Gay,” and burst into laughter. “Oh Lord, Rose, if he is gay, I may slit my wrist,” she joked.
    â€œWell, you said he was dressed nice, and you do live out in L.A. A bus ride from San Francisco,” she joked.
    Tiffany didn’t like that one bit. “Shut up, Rose, don’t jinx it. I am so sure he isn’t gay, okay? And we will never say that about my future husband and baby daddy again. Understood?” She cranked the engine, because she was starting to sweat in her hot-ass car.
    â€œUnderstood,” Rose said.
    The two women got off the phone and Tiffany went home to her lonely place and poured herself a glass of merlot and pulled out the manuscripts of the show from her bag. She had the first two episodes to proof, so she decided to work until she was ready to go to sleep. She put on her pajamas and wrapped her hair, sat in her favorite chair, and put her feet up on her ottoman. She had just grabbed her red Sharpie to get started when her doorbell rang. She looked at the clock and wondered who it could be. She tossed the script onto the ottoman and went for the door.
    It was Jeff.
    She paused, but opened the door. “Why are you here?”
    â€œCan I come in?” he asked.
    She folded her arms. “No, you can’t, Jeff. Why are you here?”
    â€œListen, Tiff, I fucked up, okay? What I did was wrong and it is eating me up inside. I came by to ask you to forgive me and to give me another chance.”
    â€œAre you serious right now, Jeffrey? Two days ago, I come home and catch you in my bed with the hired help, and you thought I’d give you another chance? I forgive you and accept your apology, but another chance is not going to happen.”
    â€œCome on, Tiff, please. I am so sorry. I had a weak moment. She was here sashaying her ass around and in my face and I did a stupid thing. I was wrong. I am admitting that. I love you.”
    She wanted to laugh in his face. “Oh my God, Jeffrey. Listen, I have work to do and I don’t have time for this. Good night!” she yelled.
    She tried to close the door, but he stopped her. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply. She didn’t stop him at first, but when he touched her breast, she pulled away.
    â€œJeff, you need to leave,” she said and backed up.
    â€œI need you, and I want another chance,” he said.
    Her eyes welled. “Jeff, the wound is still open, and I can’t do this right now. I forgive you, okay, but that is all I can give you right now.”
    â€œFair enough, Tiffany. You take all the time you need. Just know that I am sorry for what I did, and if you allow me another chance with you, I’ll never hurt you again.”
    She wanted to believe him, but somehow she didn’t. “Good night, Jeff.” she said.
    He walked away. She shut the door and contemplated whether she should open the door and let him in, but decided she wasn’t going to let him come back so easy. She didn’t want