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sister had never been good at coming up with a lie at the spur of the moment. Then Nevia suddenly found her voice.
    â€œHe’s okay with it,” she said. “I told you, his family is very generous and he wants to make sure that his daughter is taken care of.”
    Stacie knew Carlos; he’d shoot you first and ask questions later. His boys called him Fierce for both his temper and his quickness with a gun.
    Nevia reached over and plucked CoCo off Stacie’s leg, causing her daughter to howl. Hurt flashed across Nevia’s face and she swallowed a lump of jealousy, then cut her eyes at her sister. Things always came easy to Stacie; she got the best grades in high school, men constantly flocked to her and she got the tight job at a law firm. Now she got my daughter, Nevia thought.
    Nevia dropped CoCo back onto her aunt’s legs. Her howls stopped and she began gurgling happily. Nevia angrily smacked her teeth, grabbed Connie and Chloe and flounced off to her bedroom, where she slammed the door, rattling several knickknacks on the shelves hanging outside her room.
    With her sister out of the room, Stacie angrily rounded on her mother. “Momma! Why didn’t you say something to her? You know that man didn’t just buy the car out of the goodness of his heart.”
    â€œMaybe he did,” Gladys argued weakly. “There are some good people out there, Stacie,” she insisted.
    â€œYeah, there are. But not buy-a-stranger-a-car good people,” she said, and dropped her voice lower. “Come on, Momma, what do you think Nevia had to do to get that car?” she asked, as she anxiously looked at her niece.
    â€œStacie! What are you saying about your sister? She wouldn’t do anything like that! The old Nevia would, but not now, not now,” she said, vigorously shaking her head. “Your sister has changed,” she insisted.
    â€œI don’t know, Momma…” Stacie said, shaking her head, hoping that her sister wasn’t backsliding into the life she had left, where drugs and money ruled and bodies were disposable commodities. What the hell did Nevia have to do to get that car? Stacie wondered. The phone rang and she stretched over and brought the receiver to her ear. She blanched when she heard the familiar voice. “Nevia!” she yelled. “It’s Carlos!”

8
Putting Life on Cruise Control Is the Only Way to Go
    W ho the hell is Mohammad?” Tyrell repeated. He had sprung out of bed.
    â€œNobody,” Tameeka stuttered. The flush of her orgasm cooled down to a clammy veil.
    â€œSo you just call out any dude’s name?”
    â€œHe’s nobody,” Tameeka insisted, then tugged at Tyrell’s hand, pulling him toward the bed.
    Tyrell snatched his hand back. “Who is he?”
    Tameeka hung her head. “An old boyfriend,” she admitted.
    Tyrell exhaled. “So whassup?”
    â€œNothing. There’s nothing between us.”
    â€œThere must be something between you two if you’re calling out his name,” Tyrell fumed.
    â€œIt’s nothing. Honest, baby. I don’t know why I did it. I wasn’t even thinking about him,” she answered truthfully. “I was totally enjoying your body.”
    Tyrell cradled her face in his hands. “If you got something to tell me, now is the time to do it before we get too deep in this.”
    â€œThere’s nothing to tell, I made a silly mistake.”
    â€œYou’d better tell me if something changes. I don’t like surprises.”
    Tameeka nodded. “I will. Now make me scream, Tyrell.”
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    That was two days ago. Tameeka shook the memory away before glancing at Tyrell, who grinned, then winked at her.
    â€œHey baby, where do you want this?” Tyrell held a candle sporting a leopard design. “A whole box of them just came in.” Things had been going well despite her accidentally calling out Mohammad’s