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Vernon’s family were still inside partying like tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. And probably for him, it couldn’t. She stared at the “other” woman. Moments stretched between the two women before Brandi lifted her fingers to her temples, asking, “You said something earlier about my girls. How do know my daughters?”
    In a somber tone, she answered, “He’s brought them by a few times, but just recently. They call me Mrs. Kaufman instead of Tanya.”
    Realization slammed into Brandi like a crappy old car with a bad set of brakes. “So that’s who they were talking about. He really did set you up in the database as a client. That mother—”
    “That’s putting it mildly,” Tanya said softly. The breeze ruffled her hair, causing it to fly in her face. She moved it away with the soft sweep of her hand.
    “You know, Tanya, I’ve heard women say all the time that they need a wife; now’s my chance to pull it off” Brandi said, thoughtfully. “And if you’re game, I’d love to teach Vernon a lesson he’ll never forget.”
    “Count me in,” Tanya said with a wide grin. “I’m good with the ‘every-woman-needs-a-wife’ syndrome. Do you know what you’re in for?”
    Tanya studied her hands for a moment. “I can cook, clean, organize, and I already know the girls.” Then she looked up, locking her bright blue gaze on Brandi. “And I’m hoping that on some levels that you’re a better
man
for anything that doesn’t require a dick.”
    “Well, thanks to recent developments,” Brandi said, dryly. “I’ve got one of those under the bed.”
    This might prove interesting. If Tanya became
her
wife instead of Vernon’s, it would be the best form of revenge. He would never live it down—at least not until well after Brandi had rammed the point home. Bend over and oil up, baby! This was going to be a mofo!
    Fueled by anger that hadn’t really gone away, Brandi extended her hand to Tanya. “Wife it is. Go get your stuff.”
    Tanya shook the hand firmly, then turned, ran to her car, pulled out a few of her bags, and followed Brandi into the house. Brandi gestured toward the foyer closet, and her new “wife” parked her items inside.
    Strolling across the room to the turntables, Brandi fumbled, trying to locate the volume. She picked up the microphone, waiting for the piercing whine to subside before saying, “May I have your attention, please.”
    All heads slowly turned in her direction. Tanya stood in the doorway, looking every bit the victorious woman instead of the spurned lover she had become during the confrontation at her house earlier.
    Vernon sprang to life, jumping from the chair to stare at Tanya. The men followed his gaze, some admiring the new view, others with dropped jaws. The room went still as everyone stared at the only white woman in the room. Brandi gestured for her new “wife” to come stand beside her.
    She grasped Tanya’s hand, holding it up in triumph. “People, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. My new ‘wife.’”
    Murmurs erupted from every corner of the house.
    Vernon’s father almost burst a stitch in his black suit as he yelled, “What!!!!”
    But one voice carried over everyone else’s. “See, I told you she was bisexual.”
    Avie whirled to face Vernon’s friend Craig, who scooted back as the lawyer reared up like a racehorse ready to trample over him to the finish line. “What did you say, Negro.”
    “Nothing,” he mumbled weakly.
    She lowered the dinner plate. “That’s what I
thought
you said.”
    Alanna, Craig’s wife, crossed the room and punched her husband in the arm. The man’s light skin turned a gray color that matched his outfit. He retreated from his wife’s blow, patting his short-cropped hair back into place.
    Brandi’s gaze returned to her guests, who were obviously waiting to see what came next. She felt a little disconnected, somewhere between dreaming and waking. How much did she want to tell their family and