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at a bad time, did I?”
    â€œNo, if that’s a translation for ‘Am I’m writing?’ then the answer is that I’m not. I kicked off early today.”
    â€œGood for you.”
    â€œWhy? What’s up?”
    â€œNothing much.”
    â€œDre’, man, what’s going on? You have never called me in the middle of the day to say hello.”
    â€œOkay, you got me. I met this chick.”
    â€œAnd you meet women all the time. We both do.”
    â€œThis one is different.”
    â€œThat’s what you said about your last two ex-wives.”
    â€œOh, you got jokes today?”
    Xavier chuckled. “I’m just saying. Okay, Dre’, what makes this woman so special? Educate me.”
    â€œI can’t explain it myself, but I get this feeling about her when we talk. She’s different.”
    â€œIf you say so, man. Where did you meet her?”
    â€œAt the bar. I’m taking her out to dinner Sunday, and I’m really looking forward to it.”
    â€œHmmm.”
    â€œMan, you should see her. She’s beautiful, with medium-length brown hair, gorgeous eyes, pretty brown skin, and a gorgeous smile. And she has a body to complement it all off.”
    â€œYou just described a lot of women in Houston.”
    â€œDon’t rain on my parade.”
    â€œYou are so serious about this chick you just met a minute ago that you’ll get an attitude with me?” Xavier kidded.
    â€œI simply want to see where it will go. I’m not trying to make her wifey number three, or no shit like that. Like I said, we talked for hours and hours, really connected, and that hasn’t happened in quite a while. You know me, man. Twenty minutes after meeting a woman, I’m ready to take her back to the crib, knock some boots, and then lose her number.”
    â€œI hear you. Just slow your roll, player. Okay? That’s all I’m saying.”
    â€œI will.”
    Xavier was silent for a few seconds, as if allowing his advice to sink in.
    â€œI’m listening. I hear you, my brotha,” I volunteered.
    If only I had really been listening.

Chapter 13
    Xavier
    â€œBabe, I’ve missed you so much. Tell me, did you miss me?” she whispered seductively in my ear as she gently caressed my cheek with her delicate, warm hand. Her touch was light as a feather, and her scent was intoxicating to my senses. She had my head spinning.
    â€œBut no, you had to go and fuck it all up! I hate your ass so much,” she screamed, looking like a raving lunatic as she held the twelve-inch butcher knife high over her head in a threatening gesture.
    â€œNo! No, stop!” I screamed just as the tip of the shiny steel blade penetrated my heart and the first glimmer of blood appeared. I looked on in shock, unable to move.
    Then I fell off the sofa, to the carpeted floor below, my piercing screams succeeding in jolting me fully awake. Sweat was pouring off me like I had stepped out of a sauna.
    I pulled myself up, rested my back against the sofa, ecstatic to realize it was all a dream. I had fallen asleep and had had one of my crazy nightmares about Pilar. Damn, I couldn’t get that chick out of my head. It was like she had a viselike grip on my brain and refused to let go. If anything, she had dug in deeper with her clawlike tendons. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Maybe Dre’ was right. Maybe I did need to seek professional counseling. Maybe I couldn’t handle it on my own.
    What caused me the most frustration was that she was still out there, and I didn’t know where. I hoped and prayed Pilar had moved on with her pathetic life, without me, but I didn’t know for sure, and that scared me shitless. I knew it sounded absolutely crazy, but sometimes I could sense her. I’d turn and look behind me, but of course, she wouldn’t be there.
    No, I hadn’t heard a peep from her since the e-mail she sent me over a year ago.