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phone from his ear and then gave Chips a conspiratorial wink. When he felt it was safe, he put the phone back up to his ear. His sister was still going off.
    â€œAnd another thing,” she ranted. “If I can invest in myself—a good education, a good job—and take care of myself, then why can’t a brother? I’m supposed to give him the bizness just because…what? He looks aight?”
    Keenan just smiled as he held the phone. It was an older brother’s birth right to push his baby sister’s easily accessible buttons.
    â€œHumph. Please,” Keisha said. “I’d rather curl up in my bed with a bowl of popcorn and make it a Netflix night.”
    â€œSounds like fun.”
    â€œAnd what about you?” she challenged. “What makes you any different than me?”
    She did have a point. “I’m not the one perched on a soapbox.” He removed his dinner from the microwave and grabbed a beer. But before he headed out of thekitchen, his eyes landed on the DVDs on top of the counter. If he needed some type of show about true love or romance, then maybe he had the perfect person on the phone.
    â€œKeisha, do you watch any reality shows?”
    â€œNow, you know I do.” Her tone instantly turned more cheerful. “I don’t miss an episode of The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Rock of Love, Flava of Love …”
    Keenan frowned. “All right. I get the picture.”
    â€œWhy do you ask?”
    He huffed as he tucked a few DVDs under his arms. “Nitara thinks it’s the way to go for next season. I have my doubts.”
    Keisha squealed and Keenan almost dropped the phone. “Oh, this is great. What are you going to do? Are you going to do something with millionaires? Can I be on the show?”
    â€œCalm down. Calm down.” He chuckled. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
    â€œYet?” she repeated and then squealed again. “When you say yet that means a yes is just around the corner.”
    â€œSince when?” He set his plate and beer down on the coffee table and went to his sixty-inch flat-screen and DVD player.
    â€œSince forever.” She laughed. “Do you need any help vetting the applicants?”
    â€œDidn’t you just say that you were giving up on men?”
    â€œThat was so twenty minutes ago.”
    Laughing, Keenan turned around and caught Chips devouring his dinner. “Hey! Get away from there.”
    Chips grabbed the chicken leg and took off running.
    â€œScoot—aw, man.” Keenan huffed at the sight of his nearly empty plate. Why on earth had he set his food down like that?
    â€œWhat happened?”
    â€œI don’t want to talk about it.” He returned to the kitchen. Looked like it was going to be another night of sandwiches and chips.
    â€œYou know that I’m not the only woman that feels this way about this shortage of good men. My girl, JalilaG1000, is constantly talking about the real state of the black union on a weekly basis.”
    â€œJalila—who?”
    â€œOh, it’s this chick I subscribe to on YouTube. She’s hilarious. Whenever I watch her weekly vlog, I feel like I’m sitting in church.”
    Keenan laughed. “Oookay.”
    â€œNaw, I’m serious. You should check her out. It’s JalilaG1000.”
    â€œYeah, I’ll put it on the top of my to-do list.”
    Keisha instantly caught an attitude. “Fine. Whatever. I was just trying to help you out.”
    He put his foot in this time. “I’ll check it out.”
    â€œNaw, naw. Don’t do me any favors.”
    Frustrated, but also knowing just how long his sister could balance a chip on her shoulder, Keenan abandoned the contents for the sub he was making on the counter and left the kitchen. “I’ll do it now,” he told her.
    â€œWell, don’t do it for me.”
    â€œKeisha, I’m two seconds from hanging this phone