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before they serve lunch, I do have one announcement.” He turned toward Hosea and Triage. “I have to congratulate you two for the wonderful job you’ve done.”
    More applause.
    “You’ve both expressed your thoughts about the show in L.A. and we agree with you— Bring It On should thrive in Hollywood.”
    The crowd nodded.
    “To help with that, we’ve hired another producer. An award-winning news journalist…”
    Jasmine leaned forward, whispered, “Did you know they were hiring someone else?”
    Hosea shook his head. “But Triage and I did request another producer after Mary Magdalene left. We wanted someone with news experience.”
    Jasmine sat back. That made sense. Hosea was always saying that he wished the show had a bit more of a news/current-events focus.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce the newest member of the Bring It On team, Natasia Redding.”
    “You’re kidding!”
    Jasmine frowned as her husband shouted, then jumped from his seat. A tall woman draped in a red Tadashi V-neck sheath sauntered into the room, paused at their table as if she were at the end of a runway, and then wrapped her arms around Hosea’s neck.
    Jasmine’s glower deepened; she was not feeling this scene.
    “What are you doing here?” Hosea asked, when he stepped back.
    “Didn’t you hear?” Natasia responded in a voice that came from her throat. “I’m joining the show.”
    “Hosea,” Stephen began, “we were in the final stages of the interview when Natasia realized that you were one of the hosts and a producer. We understand you know each other.”
    “Yes,” Hosea said, “we do.”
    When the woman slipped her hand through Hosea’s, Jasmine jumped up and stood in front of her husband.
    “Oh, Jasmine,” he said, as if he’d forgotten his wife. “This is an old friend, Natasia.”
    Natasia laughed, her chuckle sounding even sexier than her voice. “Old friends? Is that what you call it?” Her fiery fuchsia-colored lips spread into a wide smile as she turned to Jasmine. “Please, I’m the first woman he ever loved and I still have the engagement ring to prove it.” She held out her hand to Jasmine. “Do you work with Hosea?”
    Jasmine stared at Natasia’s hand, left it dangling in the air, then crossed her arms and glared at her husband.
    Hosea cleared his throat and embraced Jasmine. “Natasia, this is my wife, Jasmine.”
    “Really? I didn’t know you were married.” She paused, her eyes wandered over Jasmine, up, then down, before she turned back to Hosea. “I can’t believe you came to New York and turned into a star,” she said as if Hosea’s wife didn’t exist. She hooked her arm through his. “We must catch up.”
    Natasia slipped into the chair where Jasmine had been sitting and pulled Hosea down next to her. Jasmine’s eyebrows raised, her mouth opened, but before she could say a word, Deborah was at her side.
    “Here, take my seat,” Deborah whispered.
    “Oh.” Natasia stopped her chatting. Looked up. “Were you sitting here?”
    “Yes. I was sitting next to my husband.”
    “That’s okay, darlin’,” Hosea said. “Sit here.” He patted the seat Deborah had been in. “I’ll get another chair.”
    “Triage just went for one.” Deborah took Jasmine’s hand and guided her into her seat.
    Natasia giggled. “Isn’t that cute? You call her darlin’ too.” Before Jasmine could say a word, Natasia continued, “So tell me about the show,” she said, ignoring everyone else. “I couldn’t believe it when I found out this was you. What a coincidence.” Natasia paused, leaned in closer, the deep V of her dress right in front of Hosea’s face. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t believe in coincidences.” She paused again. Lifted his glass of water and took a sip as if the glass and Hosea belonged to her. “So, it must be fate. We were meant to be.”
    Jasmine began a slow rise from her seat, but Deborah’s hand on her shoulder held her down. “Girl, don’t