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moaning. “Mama needs a new house,” I purred.
    â€œHmmm, and daddy needs some head.”
    I gave him a hard look. “Leon, I’m serious. We’ve owned this condo since we first got married. It’s time to let it go and invest in something else.”
    â€œYou’re probably right,” he said, and I smiled and started kissing him again. “As soon as you pay off all those credit cards we can start looking.”
    â€œI already paid them off,” I mumbled against his chest.
    Leon raised my head so he could look me in the eyes with skepticism. “You have? Since when?”
    â€œSince I promised I would pay them all off.” Damn, my ass was lying. Not only had I not paid them off, I had gotten three or four more credit cards he knew nothing about.
    â€œWell, good then. We should have some money left over this month in our joint checking.”
    What money? I dropped my eyes before he could see the look of panic. I spent the last of the money getting my hair and nails done. “We’ve got more than enough money in our savings to buy a house.”
    â€œUh-uh. We’re not touching that unless we have to.”
    We had close to a hundred thousand in savings that he wouldn’t let me touch. Said he was saving it for a rainy day. Well, guess what? Pressure was raining on my ass to move.
    â€œYou come up with the earnest money and all our closing costs, and I’ll let you use some of our savings for the down payment.”
    Let? I had to bite my tongue. Who did he think he was talking to? Okay, I’ll admit, he contributed more than 97 percent of our savings, but so what? There’s no I in marriage, only us . “Sure, sweetheart, that sounds like a plan.” I just needed to figure out how to come up with the money. I wasn’t about to tell Leon my personal checking account was overdrawn. I’d find the way to get the money. One thing about Trinette Meyers-Montgomery, she knows how to get what she wants.

7
Nikki
    The last place I wanted to be was on the air, but I wasn’t about to mess up one of the only good things I had going for me. I seriously needed this job to help keep me going, otherwise I’d spend another evening thumbing through photographs of what my life used to be while feeling sorry for myself.
    I glanced over into the control room just in time to see Tristan wave his hand in the air, trying to get my attention. We were about to go back on the air in four…three…two…one…
    â€œWe’re back from break, and if you missed the first half of the night, you missed a whole lotta drama, ” I sang. “But don’t fret, because we’re about to kick off the second half of the evening. For all of you who are just tuning in, tonight’s topic is breakups. Sometimes we split up and get back together. Others just sit around hoping and waiting for that phone call saying, I’m sorry. Tonight, I wanna know what it took for you to finally know it was over. That you had been kicked to the curb. So, let’s hear it, listeners. Spill your guts even if the truth hurts! Call me at 832-HURT. All the phone lines are open.”
    I looked down at the phone and every light was lit. Damn, the show tonight was going to be hot. After a dozen calls, the rush was over, and I finally blew out a long, hot breath. “Well, listeners, there you have it. Love can sometimes be a painful lesson to us all. This is Nikki Truth with Hot 97 WJPC. Good night.”
    I hit the switch, removed the headphones from my ears and leaned back in the chair. My head was pounding.
    â€œYou okay?”
    I looked up at the concern in Tristan’s face. I was hurting. There was no doubt about that. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
    He squeezed my shoulder, trying to provide me comfort. “You know, Donovan’s gonna regret his decision. You just wait and see. The second he gets back from Iraq he’s gonna come begging