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my mind off Malik.
    â€œYou having a good time so far?” Diego asked once Carl and I walked back over to the table.
    I noted the light accent—Spanish, if I had to guess—in his voice. The smile he carried was a mesmerizing one, and I could tell those two together were lady killers.
    â€œSo far, so good,” I answered.
    The four of us discussed how well the club was set up and the great talent of the band. Diego and Carl ordered another bottle of wine. I knew I shouldn’t have had anything else to drink, but when Carl placed another glass into my hand, I eagerly took it. While Carl bobbed his head to the music, I tried not to pay attention to the way his muscled thighs rubbed against my mine each time he would tap his feet to the beat. I ignored the strong chiseled chin. Shook my head at how smooth his chocolate skin was. Couldn’t help the fact I wanted to run my hand through his locs and see what they would look like hanging and swaying around his shoulders.
    Once again, my mind shifted back to Malik. I slyly checked my phone to see if he had tried to call me again. Nothing. It was clear that he just didn’t give a fuck. It had me trying to figure out at what point I had lost my husband.
    I tried to get back to the moment at hand. The conversation was going well. Carl was even comfortable enough to pick up one of the extra forks on the table and taste the crab cake that I hadn’t eaten. We ended up sharing while Diego tried to figure out why Gabby wasn’t interesting in dating.
    â€œYou both live in ATL?” Diego wanted to know.
    Gabby shook her head. “I live in North Carolina.”
    â€œOh, I see,” he responded.
    â€œYou’re originally from Atlanta?” Carl asked me.
    I shook my head. “No. I grew up in Mississippi until I was about thirteen. Then my mother met my stepfather, and he moved us to Atlanta.”
    He chuckled. “What a coincidence. My mother is from Mississippi.”
    â€œYeah? What part?”
    â€œYazoo County.”
    â€œWow, that’s pretty close to me in Holmes County.”
    â€œI’ll take that as saying we were meant to meet eventually.”
    â€œBecause your mother and I are from the same state?” I asked with a laugh.
    He nodded as he wiped his mouth with a red cloth napkin. “That, and the fact that you felt me watching you.”
    I couldn’t lie. There had been something in the air that pulled my attention toward the bar. There was that feeling you get when you either felt somebody was following you or someone was watching you. I’d felt that energy strongly.
    I took a sip of my wine, glanced out onto the dance floor, then back to Carl. “How do you know that?”
    â€œI felt it when you looked at me. And when you didn’t immediately break eye contact, I knew you could feel what I was feeling.”
    â€œI don’t know what feeling you’re talking about,” I lied.
    He knew I was lying, but being the gentleman he was, he wouldn’t call me on it. I’d actually been feeling him since the moment I laid eyes on him, but there would be no way I’d tell him that. I didn’t hide the fact that the ring on his finger had my attention though.
    He saw me looking. Made a show of removing his ring and dropping it in his shirt pocket. Then he picked up his drink, Crown Royal on ice, and took a sip.
    â€œDoesn’t mean shit to me if it doesn’t mean shit to you,” he said nonchalantly.
    I shook my head in disbelief, then found myself getting angry. Is this what married men did when they met new women? Act like the vows they took meant nothing?
    I told him, “I’m not taking my ring off.”
    â€œYou don’t have to. I took mine off to make you comfortable.”
    â€œIt wasn’t bothering me.”
    He gave a lopsided grin. “That’s good to know.”
    Even before finding out Malik had cheated on me, he and I hadn’t had