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only seat was beside Maurice, who was sitting on the edge of his seat, with ice on his cheek.
    Did I hit him that hard? she thought as she walked over to the chair.
    â€œKenya, how are you, girl?” James asked when she approached them.
    â€œFine,” she said, smiling at him. “Look at you.”
    He hugged her, then held her out. “I’d rather look at you. Atlanta has been good to you. Do they all look like you back home?”
    She blushed, not because of his complements, but because she could feel Maurice staring at her as she talked to James.
    â€œYou’re in Charlotte now, huh?” she asked.
    â€œYeah, helping my brother out with some community service and running our company,” said James.
    â€œPublic relations?” she said, drifting back to her goals when she and Maurice had entered Johnson C. Smith together.
    â€œNo, real estate. Isn’t that what you do? Public relations?” James asked.
    â€œNo. I’m a lawyer now.”
    â€œWhoa,” Maurice and James said in unison.
    â€œI thought you wanted to run your own PR firm,” Maurice said.
    Kenya turned to him. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know and never knew. I don’t think I was talking to you.”
    Maurice jumped up. “Kenya, do you have something to say to me?”
    â€œNo, I don’t,” she spat. “Why aren’t you with your wife?”
    Maurice blanched, and James shook his head. “My wife? You saw all of that?”
    â€œYou were all over the news, you and Lauryn. I’m surprised she isn’t out here, all over you like cheap cologne.”
    James cleared his throat. “I’m going to get a drink. You want something, Kenya?”
    â€œNo, thank you,” replied Kenya.
    When James left, she glared at Maurice, tempted to hit him again. “Get out of my face,” she said as she attempted to push him aside.
    â€œLauryn and I didn’t get married. It was a mistake.”
    â€œOnly took you nine years to figure that out?” Kenya said as she took her seat. “I hope you don’t expect me to feel sorry for you.”
    â€œNo, I don’t. Why would you? Obviously, you hate me.”
    â€œDoes that surprise you? You broke my heart, and I don’t have to forgive you for that.”
    â€œYou don’t, but I do want to tell you that I’m sorry for what I did. There have been so many times when I wanted to reach out to you and say that. It’s really ironic that we ran into each other here.”
    â€œCut the bull, Maurice. You’ve been living the life of an NFL star with the beautiful fiancée, and part of your perfect life has come crashing down, and you’re feeling sorry for yourself. I’m not your salvation, your chance to put karma right.”
    He stared at her intently, so deeply that she was thrown off kilter. There was something in his eyes that looked familiar. Ignore it, she told herself.
    â€œI know that you have every right to hate me, but you have to admit that us meeting like this must mean something.”
    Kenya placed her sunglasses over her eyes so that she could peer at Maurice without him noticing. He was finer than ever. His skin was the color of dark chocolate; his chest and abs rivaled those of the famed statue David. The bead of sweat that ran down his flat stomach made her mouth water, because she wanted to follow the path of that bead with her tongue.
    What is wrong with me? This man is toxic, poison, and God, I want to kiss him, touch him, and let him touch me.
    â€œ Kenya, are you all right?” Maurice asked.
    â€œWhy wouldn’t I be?”
    â€œBecause I asked you a question about five minutes ago.”
    â€œMaybe I just don’t want to talk to you,” she said, then turned her back to him.
    He touched her bare shoulder, and her skin burned with desire. How many nights had she dreamed of his touch? Here he was, standing behind her. But was