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the sleeve I was holding. Damn, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a pretty face and a deep voice.
“Ask her to dance. But before she gives you an excuse mention the Children’s Benefit Party. She’s helping organize this year’s charity event.”
“Thanks, Leah.”
“Just don’t mess up.”
“You’re one mad cool sista.”
“And you are a real gentleman. So just drop me off by the nearest empty seat and get to it.”
* * *
“If you’re not careful you’ll lose him.”
I turned and looked at the owner of the voice. Sherrie. Her flawless face stared dispassionately at Rena and Traxx as they danced.
“No chance of that,” I replied. Lose him? Like the man was a cell phone or an earring.
Sherrie strained her eyes. “Isn’t that your cousin? I remember her from the wedding reception.”
I turned back towards her, giving her my full attention. “Long time no see, Sherrie.” Not long enough, I wanted to add.
“She might be your family, but I’d still put her in check if I were you.”
My fingers tightened on the wine glass. The woman was giving me advice. I shook my head. Same old Sherrie. Never trust a woman. She was beautiful, educated, had a nice career and was still threatened by anything with breasts. Amazing.
“I’m fine, Sherrie. How are you?”
To underscore the statement, I gave Traxx a thumbs up sign before taking a sip. Hell. I was more than fine. To see Rena dancing and laughing with a man I knew could rock her world about made my night.
Sherrie looked at me as if trying to figure out what planet I had just stepped off. She raised a manicured eyebrow. “My…my…my. How people change.”
“And some stay the same. What’s up, Sherrie?”
“I thought I’d give you the opportunity to gloat. I bet you did a little victory dance when you heard about the divorce.”
“What?” I only heard that last part of her speech.
“Lance divorced me. You can have him back.” She looked at me like a queen granting a favor to a gracious subject.
I stared at her and blinked. Taking a deep breath I placed my hands flat on the cool table. I looked over at Sherrie’s impassive face. “First, I have nothing to be happy about. Lance was my best friend. Unlike you, I don’t delight in other people’s misery. Second, I don’t want Lance.” I wanted to add I never had, but that was a lie and we both knew it.
She raised her glass in a mock salute. “Of course. Looks like you’ve stepped up your game. Bigger fish to filet?” I watched as she inclined her head in the direction of Rena and Traxx.
I was about to slap her back to slavery when her partner came by. Sherrie changed in an instant. She looked up at the man, the picture of warmth and innocence. The fool ate it up.
“Sorry I took so long, darling,” he said, almost tripping over his own words.
“That’s okay, Robert. I was just catching up with an old acquaintance.”
She smiled at me and left. No introductions. No goodbyes. I took a drink and savored the sensation of the tiny bubbles of champagne slipping down my throat. The woman was a real piece of work.
* * *
We made it back to the car around two a.m. I was really tired from dancing and getting my boogie on. I took a seat up front with Traxx while my cousin stretched out in the back seat.
“Where did Nina disappear to, Rena? I wanted to tell her how awesome she was tonight.”
“She had to run up to Jacobi Hospital.”
“What’s wrong?” I turned all the way around to look into the backseat.
Rena was smiling. “Her older sister went into labor. Nina’s going to add ‘aunt’ as well as ‘multi-platinum’ to her credits.”
“Girl or boy?” Traxx asked.
“Don’t know. Her sister didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. I know Nina’s brother-in-law wanted a girl. Nina was rooting for a boy.”
Traxx drove confidently towards Brooklyn. I looked towards the dashboard and tracked the progress of the little car-shaped object as it moved along the
“Ask her to dance. But before she gives you an excuse mention the Children’s Benefit Party. She’s helping organize this year’s charity event.”
“Thanks, Leah.”
“Just don’t mess up.”
“You’re one mad cool sista.”
“And you are a real gentleman. So just drop me off by the nearest empty seat and get to it.”
* * *
“If you’re not careful you’ll lose him.”
I turned and looked at the owner of the voice. Sherrie. Her flawless face stared dispassionately at Rena and Traxx as they danced.
“No chance of that,” I replied. Lose him? Like the man was a cell phone or an earring.
Sherrie strained her eyes. “Isn’t that your cousin? I remember her from the wedding reception.”
I turned back towards her, giving her my full attention. “Long time no see, Sherrie.” Not long enough, I wanted to add.
“She might be your family, but I’d still put her in check if I were you.”
My fingers tightened on the wine glass. The woman was giving me advice. I shook my head. Same old Sherrie. Never trust a woman. She was beautiful, educated, had a nice career and was still threatened by anything with breasts. Amazing.
“I’m fine, Sherrie. How are you?”
To underscore the statement, I gave Traxx a thumbs up sign before taking a sip. Hell. I was more than fine. To see Rena dancing and laughing with a man I knew could rock her world about made my night.
Sherrie looked at me as if trying to figure out what planet I had just stepped off. She raised a manicured eyebrow. “My…my…my. How people change.”
“And some stay the same. What’s up, Sherrie?”
“I thought I’d give you the opportunity to gloat. I bet you did a little victory dance when you heard about the divorce.”
“What?” I only heard that last part of her speech.
“Lance divorced me. You can have him back.” She looked at me like a queen granting a favor to a gracious subject.
I stared at her and blinked. Taking a deep breath I placed my hands flat on the cool table. I looked over at Sherrie’s impassive face. “First, I have nothing to be happy about. Lance was my best friend. Unlike you, I don’t delight in other people’s misery. Second, I don’t want Lance.” I wanted to add I never had, but that was a lie and we both knew it.
She raised her glass in a mock salute. “Of course. Looks like you’ve stepped up your game. Bigger fish to filet?” I watched as she inclined her head in the direction of Rena and Traxx.
I was about to slap her back to slavery when her partner came by. Sherrie changed in an instant. She looked up at the man, the picture of warmth and innocence. The fool ate it up.
“Sorry I took so long, darling,” he said, almost tripping over his own words.
“That’s okay, Robert. I was just catching up with an old acquaintance.”
She smiled at me and left. No introductions. No goodbyes. I took a drink and savored the sensation of the tiny bubbles of champagne slipping down my throat. The woman was a real piece of work.
* * *
We made it back to the car around two a.m. I was really tired from dancing and getting my boogie on. I took a seat up front with Traxx while my cousin stretched out in the back seat.
“Where did Nina disappear to, Rena? I wanted to tell her how awesome she was tonight.”
“She had to run up to Jacobi Hospital.”
“What’s wrong?” I turned all the way around to look into the backseat.
Rena was smiling. “Her older sister went into labor. Nina’s going to add ‘aunt’ as well as ‘multi-platinum’ to her credits.”
“Girl or boy?” Traxx asked.
“Don’t know. Her sister didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. I know Nina’s brother-in-law wanted a girl. Nina was rooting for a boy.”
Traxx drove confidently towards Brooklyn. I looked towards the dashboard and tracked the progress of the little car-shaped object as it moved along the
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