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muffled by his hands.
     
    "Now Michael, you heard," Cameron joined in, laughing along with Harmony. "She's gotta get her sauce from somewhere."
     
    "I'll have you know, she's plenty saucy already," Michael growled, his fierce sound ruined by the grin he wore. "And she'd better be keeping it all to herself."
     
    "Michael, you're such a prude," Harmony laughed. "I am not a baby, you know; I am nineteen years old!"
     
    "I don't care, I'll say the same thing when you're sixty," he said.
     
    "And what if she's married?" Cameron asked with a grin.
     
    "Same thing then, too," he laughed, handing the check and his credit card to the waitress who'd just arrived to clear the table.
     
    ***
     
    "Oh my God, this guy? Again?" Cameron asked, exasperated. She was with Tabitha, setting up their plans for the week, and Tabitha had just opened their business email account. Right at the top was an email address that Cameron had known by heart for years.
     
    "Lester? Is that Lester McMillan?" Tabitha asked. "Oh, it is! Can you believe this?"
     
    "Not really. How many times is this now?" Cameron asked, leaning over Tabitha's shoulders to read the email.
     
    "Five, I think? Is it five, then?" Tabitha wrinkled her brow, a wisp of red hair slipping from her hair clip and falling over her shoulder.
     
    "I can't believe this guy!" Cameron exclaimed. "And the worst part is that he's so young. How can he be emailing, looking for us to plan another wedding for him already? This will be his fifth wedding; you'd think he's figured out that he sucks at it by now. Who the heck is on their fifth wedding before they're thirty-five? I mean, jeez, he's our age!"
     
    Tabitha signed, leaning back in her chair. "I don't know, Cam. He's a good client, though, and planning another shindig for him would set us in the black for a good long while. He likes those big huge parties, remember?"
     
    Cameron gripped Tabitha's shoulder suddenly, drawing her breath in. "Oh. My. God. Tabitha, look at the email again. The bride. Oh my god, the bride."
     
    "Okay, okay," Tabitha muttered, leaning forward again to look closer at the email. Cameron stood back, waiting with her arms crossed under her breasts, a pained expression on her face.
     
    "Okay, this is just too much," Tabitha laughed, pressing her chair back and resting her head on the desk. "Seriously? How did these two get together? Seriously, are they meeting new spouses right there in divorce court now?"
     
    "Christina Dawn to see you, Cameron." A disjointed male voice broke into the room, the only other employee in Cameron's business. He was a cousin of Tabitha's, and they'd all known each other since childhood. These days, he worked the front reception desk for Cameron's business; he was the first face anyone saw when they entered the office.
     
    "Oh that's fast," Tabitha muttered. "She's here already."
     
    "Hi, y'all," Christina said, breezing into the room. Her surgically perfected face was glowing, her straight teeth gleaming from a tense smile glossed over in trademark red. The scent of something spicy and sensual followed her, billowing out from the folds of her bohemian skirt. Her voice was a rich, low, country drawl, and she wore her fame confidently.
     
    "Ms. Christina Dawn," Cameron said, forcing extra warmth into her voice and a smile to her face. "We were actually just talking about you, and --"
     
    "Oh, honey, ever'one's talkin' ‘bout me," Christina interrupted, waving her hand dismissively, her diamond-encrusted rings sparkling in the light of the room. "My new movie went out last week, an' ever'one that matters is still floored by it, talkin' all over the place ‘bout my performance. But I'm here to plan a weddin'!"
     
    "Is that so?" Tabitha asked dryly. She stood silent as Christina looked at her briefly and then turned back to Cameron, rolling her eyes at the blatant dismissal.
     
    "Now, I know you planned my weddin' before, and the time before that," she said, her drawl turning