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fell for him too.”
    â€œPlease! Cleveland Alexander is not, I repeat, not someone I am remotely interested in,” Freddie protested.
    Lillian smiled knowingly. “Is that so? The last time you got so upset about a ‘man you weren’t interested in’ it was Marcus Thompson.”
    â€œLet’s not go there.” Freddie said, placing her hands over her ears. The last thing she wanted to hear was a rehashing of her failed relationship with Marcus, a controlling and arrogant man who used people to get what he wanted and wasn’t above throwing out the L-word to get it.
    â€œWhatever,” Lillian said. “I recall you giving up meat for him, even though you really love steaks.”
    Freddie ran her hand over her face. “I was young and stupid. That’s a mistake I’ll never make again.”
    â€œYou like those types of guys and Cleveland falls right in line with your type of man,” she sang.
    â€œLillian, today is about you and your wedding, not about me and Cleveland or Marcus or any other ex.”
    Lillian rose from the bed in a flourish. “Whatever you say, sis. I’m going to take a long hot bath. My mom is cooking breakfast, so you can head downstairs and get your coffee.” When Lillian left the room, Freddie lay back down and pulled the covers back over her head. She’d forgo her morning cup of coffee if it meant dealing with Michelle Thomas.
    Before she could drift back to sleep, her bedroom door opened again and Michelle stood in the doorway. “Winfred, are you still in bed? You know there is a lot we need to accomplish this morning.”
    Freddie groaned. “I’m not the one getting married. Besides, Lillian is taking a bath.”
    Michelle put her hands on her hips and looked at Freddie, who was gripping the blanket tightly. “You’re going to be in the wedding and from where I stand, getting you ready for that dress is going to be a chore. Your hair is a mess and let’s not even talk about those nails of yours.”
    Freddie glanced down at her hands and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said as she sat up and climbed out of bed. “I’m up. What do you need me to do for a wedding that’s twelve hours away?”
    Michelle sauntered out of the room. “Nothing much, just wanted to get you out of bed.”
    Freddie shook her head and held her tongue. Despite the fact that Michelle had pissed her off, she still had to respect the older woman, because that was how she was raised. And in spite of all her airs, Michelle was her best friend’s mother.
    â€œCan I at least get a cup of coffee?” Freddie said, as she followed Michelle downstairs to the kitchen.

Chapter 4
    Morning bled into afternoon and finally it was time. Time for Cleveland to stand up for Louis and get the hell out of town. He arrived at the church at 4:30, dressed in his black tuxedo and silver accessories. His hair was hanging loose and tumbled down his shoulders. As he turned the corner to head into the room where the groomsmen were, he collided with Freddie. Cleveland wrapped his arms around her to break her fall. She looked beautiful. The silver strapless dress clung to her body in all the right places and made her breasts look ready to taste. With her hair pulled back in a chignon, Cleveland got a chance to look deeply into her expressive dark eyes. She drew him in with the way they sparkled, and he wondered if they also sparkled first thing in the morning.
    â€œWhere’s the fire?” Cleveland asked when his breath returned to his chest.
    â€œCould you get your hands off me?” she snapped. Cleveland could’ve sworn he felt her tremble against him.
    â€œNext time, watch where you’re going,” he replied as he released her.
    Freddie shook her head and leaned against the wall. “You know, for a pig, you clean up really well.” She brushed a stray loc behind his ear and then moved her hand