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the covers back and sat up in the bed. “First of all, things went fine last night. Secondly, why are you in here and how in the hell are you so damn perky?”
    Lillian stretched her arms over her head. “It is my wedding day. I’m marrying the man of my dreams in twelve hours and there is so much to do. When are you going to settle down, Winnie?”
    â€œDon’t call me that. Settling down isn’t in my future. I have to rebuild, remember? My home was blown away.” Freddie gritted her teeth. “You could’ve brought me some coffee.”
    â€œI forgot, you’re a caffeine addict. Why not leave New Orleans and start fresh? You could move here. It would be like old times at Xavier, except we wouldn’t be roommates this time.”
    Freddie shook her head. “New Orleans is my home and let’s not forget that my business is there. Thankfully the water didn’t reach the French Quarter and my hotel is still standing. With Mardi Gras coming up, I’ve got to see if I can make enough money to get the ball rolling on rebuilding. The government isn’t helping and my insurance company is a damned joke. This is going to be a do-it-yourself project.”
    Lillian pushed her hair behind her ears. “I couldn’t do it. It was too horrible to watch New Orleans drown and the government do nothing to help. Then I couldn’t find you . . . Freddie, you’re like a sister to me and I’m scared for you. Look at all the crime and what about the levees? Are they fixed? I mean, hello, hurricane season is right around the corner and who’s to say that another storm won’t come and . . .”
    â€œLil, it’s your wedding day, can we please talk about something else and get me a cup of coffee?” Freddie said as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
    â€œAll right. Did you and Cleveland get my flowers arranged right? He didn’t do anything sleazy, did he? He has a reputation, you know.” Lillian rolled her eyes for effect. “I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.”
    Intrigued, Freddie turned around and faced her friend. “What kind of reputation?”
    â€œA real ladies man. Did you see how those other women in my bridal party looked at him? He walks around like he’s some kind of Greek god. Since Louis and I have been together, I don’t think I’ve seen him with the same woman twice. And they’re all the same airheads. So you can imagine what he wants them for, and it’s not stimulating conversation. Ugh, and to think that he was the one who planned Louis’s bachelor party.”
    â€œHe didn’t plan the party, remember,” Freddie said, feeling as if she needed to defend Cleveland. She shook her head and tried to focus on what Lillian was saying. But her mind when back to the two kisses she and Cleveland had shared the night before.
    â€œAre you listening to me?” Lillian asked when she noticed her friend’s silence.
    â€œYes,” she lied.
    â€œAnyway, I don’t even know why Louis and Cleveland are friends, aside from the fact that they are both firefighters in the same battalion. They are so different.”
    Freddie chewed the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything. Cleveland Alexander, the bane of her existence, the star of her erotic dreams last night and the man who made her engine purr and sent her heart into overdrive.
    â€œWhatever,” she said. “I guess women are dumb and fall for those eyes and that hair. Like he’s a black Fabio or something.” Lillian eyed her friend suspiciously.
    â€œNothing happened with you two last night, did it?”
    â€œHell no, Lil. I had some car trouble and he helped me out, but that is it.”
    Lillian nodded slowly. “I guess you’re one of those dumb women. Was it the hair or the eyes that got you?” She giggled and shook her head. “I can’t believe you! You