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ever be any kind of competition. After all she’d been through over the last months with Hosea’s ex-fiancée, Natasia, Jasmine could handle someone as simple as Ivy. She’d beat her down, then toss her over the side of a cliff if she even thought about pushing up on Hosea.
    “Thanks, Ivy.” Jasmine snatched her husband’s hand from Ivy’s grasp.
    “Let me check on Pops before we go.”
    The moment he was gone, Jasmine turned to Ivy. “Thanks again,” she said, although there was little gratitude inside her tone.
    “No problem.” Ivy gave her a big-tooth grin. “I’d do anything for Hosea.”
    “You don’t have to do anything for him. I’ve got that covered.”
    Ivy’s eyes widened. “I just meant—”
    “I don’t care what you meant,” Jasmine said, looking down at the five-foot-tall woman and speaking in the same tone she reserved for scolding Jacqueline. “You don’t have to do a thing for my husband unless I ask you to.” She spun around and left Hosea’s old friend standing in the hallway of Harlem hospitalwith her eyes the size of half dollars and her mouth opened just as wide.
     
    It had taken a lot, but Jasmine had talked Hosea into wearing a suit.
    “There’s no reason for me to get dressed up,” he’d protested at first. “I’m going to run in there, tell everyone about Pops’s letter, and then I’m heading straight back to the hospital.”
    “But babe, you still have to look the part.”
    “What part?” Then, as if he was just noticing her, he frowned as he took in her leopard-collared suit and pearls he’d given her last Mother’s Day. “Jasmine, this isn’t an audition.”
    But she had relentlessly laid her case, convincing Hosea that if he walked into the church looking like a pastor, there would be less drama. She suspected it was more fatigue than agreement that made Hosea finally give in. But whatever, she’d won, and now they were on their way to taking their rightful place at City of Lights.
    As their SUV snaked uptown on Central Park West, Jasmine smoothed the front of her raw silk skirt, leaned back, and pressed Play on the movie in her mind.
    Her life was already filled with wonder, with Hosea being the executive producer and host of Bring It On, a top-rated, award-winning Christian talk show. From their apartment on Central Park South to the celebrity-studded events that filled their calendar, she was living the kind of life she’d always craved. But being the first lady of a church as large and influential as City of Lights came with a whole ’nother level of benefits. First, there was the income. She wasn’t sure what her father-in-law earned, but with a church so large, it could be well into the six, maybe even seven figures. Some of those TV pastors earned millions, not even counting all the extras—like the hundreds of thousands that came from speaking engagements and writing books. Maybe she and Hosea would write a book together!
    The calculator was clicking in her mind as she thought about what she was going to do with the millions that would come her way. They’d keep their apartment because it didn’t get much better than Central Park South real estate. But they would definitely get a summer place in the Hamptons. And they would get rid of this SUV. Hosea needed a driver. And she needed one, too, as the first lady because surely she’d be in demand now. She could see herself flitting around the city, speaking at this fund-raiser or hosting that benefit.
    The smile that had been in her mind made its way to her lips.
    “Jasmine?”
    Her eyes popped open. “Huh?”
    “What’re you thinking about? You look like you’re in another world.”
    She wiped her smile away. “I was saying a prayer…for your dad and thinking about how proud he’s going to be when he wakes up.”
    Hosea reached across the console and squeezed her hand. “I know you can’t be all that excited about this.”
    She forced a sigh. “It’s okay,” she said, as if she