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Cayenne to Scooter. The car business was frustrating at times. Tommy thought, Niggas think I’m Car Max, trying to put in orders for specific make and models. That shit was annoying. Everybody he dealt with knew the cars were stolen and they would have to take what he could get. He could only tell his supplier what to look for. Sometimes the supplier could get it; sometimes they couldn’t. He drove home thinking that he might have to sell one of the cars at maybe five thousand dollars above cost just to get his money out of it. He didn’t want to, but he would have to sweeten the deal to get money for other inventory.
    His phone rang. The caller ID read Summer . He didn’t want to answer it, not because he didn’t want to talk to her, but because he was almost home and he would have to get off the phone abruptly.
    “Hello.”
“Hey, baby. I was thinking about what we’d talked about.” “What did we talk about?”
“About you being in love with me.”
“And?”
“Tommy, I don’t like when you talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“I’m talking about you talking like you really into me.” Tommy pulled his car into a nearby gas station. He knew that
    if he drove into his driveway he couldn’t sit and talk. Angie would want to know what was going on and come out to be nosy. “I don’t like when you say you love me and don’t mean it.”
“I meant what I said.”
“Tommy, I’m not the girlfriend type, and I damned sure ain’t the wife type.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to marry you. You know I live with somebody.”
Summer sighed. “I know you do, but Tommy, for the first time in my life it felt good that someone was into me.”
Tommy laughed. “Come on. You’re kidding, right? You’re a fine-ass woman. I know you’ve had guys come on to you.”
“Yeah, but they only want ass.”
Tommy wished he hadn’t shared his feelings with her, but after good sex he’d been known to blurt out some things that he’d regret later. He knew he truly had feelings for her, as he did Angie. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
“Tommy, I want to talk about it now. Why do we have to talk tomorrow?”
“Because, I’d just rather talk tomorrow.”
“You’ve got to go home. Right?”
“You know that.”
“That’s why it won’t work.”
“What won’t work?”
“Me and you.”
“Why not? What’s changed?”
“Tommy we’ve shared feelings about each other. That’s what’s changed.
He was getting frustrated. He hit the speakerphone button and placed the phone between his legs.
“I want to be with you.”
“I see now.”
“That’s why I told you don’t say shit if you don’t mean it.”
“I meant what I said.”
“Okay, get rid of your girlfriend.”
“I can’t. It’s just not that simple,” Tommy said. He was afraid. He had never heard Summer sound like this before. She sounded so desperate for love.
“So, I have to play number two?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I have to be the other woman.”
“Summer, you knew I had a woman.”
“Tommy, don’t ever tell a woman you love her unless you’re ready to be with her.”
“I don’t understand,” Tommy said.
“I know. There is a lot you don’t know about women. Goodbye.”

Chapter 4
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    ummer’s friend Tonya had a dark-brown complexion, long flowing hair, and was a size four. She tagged herself on various relationship sites as the Black Barbie. She was very much a gold digger who had dated all types of men, from drug dealers to high-powered bank execs. Money was the only thing that mattered to Tonya. She and Summer sat in the waiting area of the nail salon.
    “What do you think, chica…red or burgundy?”
“What are you talking about?”
“My nails, crazy. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, chica, I know you.”
Summer thought hard about sharing her newfound feelings
about Tommy with Tonya. She had known her for a while and Tonya had never given her a reason to think she’d ridicule