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matchstick house that Jimmy was building would soon be set aflame and he’d be carrying the flamethrower. Too bad, if Mia wasn’t selfish enough to go along with it, knowing that Jimmy had double-crossed me, I might have spared her—maybe.
    “Having a wet daydream about your Nubian co-star?” Mitch perched those size 13s on the desk. With his back to the door, it wasn’t until Mitch slammed his heels down and spoke that Nate had realized his brother had entered.
    “I know you’re pretty proud of your hotel redesign in Egyptian art last year, but not every stunning black woman is a Nubian princess. Besides, I don’t know what show you’re watching but there’s nothing cooperative about our work arrangement.” Nate hated that Mitch sensed his attraction to the Eye Design superstar.
    “Just calling it as I see it. If you two getting any cozier while hanging wallpaper and drapes, the station might have to move your timeslot to after 10 PM.”
    “Whatever, I imagine you know a lot about the after 10 timeslot.” Nate smiled as his phone began to ring interrupting the brotherly banter.
    “Hello, Long Designs, Nate speaking.”
    “Why hello, Nate, I didn't expect you to answer.”
    “All in day’s work. What brings you to the other end of my phone line, Mia?”
    “Right to business, I like that. Anyway, Nate, I'm sure you know that the show is getting great reviews. I say, we go out and celebrate.”
    “I don't know, Mia. That sounds like a ploy at grabbing more publicity. I'm not interested in stirring the vultures’ nest at the tabloids.”
    “Come on, Nate. We’ve been having so much fun. I would like to keep it going.”
    “Then why risk it by getting together away from the show?”
    “Risk? The only risk I see is the loss of authenticity if our audience thinks we don’t enjoy each another’s company.”
    “Authenticity? I think Sandy and Jimmy have gotten to you. But look, I don’t profess to understand how showbiz works for you reality star types, but I run a legitimate business, Mia.”
    “You’re not as green as you pretend, Nate Long, but I won’t let you insult me and I won’t take no for an answer. I promise just you and me ‒ no reporters, no photographers, just the two of us. In fact, you can even select the restaurant and it’s my treat. Now, how can you refuse an offer like that?”
    “I don't know, give me a moment I'm sure I’ll think of something.” Nate replied as he waved off the gestures of his brother who was thrusting the pointer finger of his left hand into the circle created by the pointer and thumb of his right. “You know what, Mia. You’re right. How about tonight?”
    “Great. Text me with the address for where we’re meeting and I’ll meet you there. Goodbye, Nate.” Mia, pleased with her gift of persuasion, hung up before Nate could reconsider.
    Nate hung up the phone and his eyes were met with the all too familiar smirk on Mitch’s face. “I know what you're thinking. It's just dinner and she’s paying.”
    “Who do you think you’re talking to? I know you kid brother, you won’t let her pay.”
    “You don't know everything, I might let her pay?”
    “Yeah, right. It'll be harder to get between those thighs if you let her pay.” Mitch laughed as he grabbed a rubber band off the desk and shot it at his brother.
    “Ha ha, you're so damn funny.” Nate replied dodging the rubber torpedo. “I'm flattered that you figure me for some kind of play boy, but this is just business. Besides, did you come in here for a reason or do you have so much free time that you can afford to waste it harassing me?”
    “You’re right, enough of you and your delusions. You know Nate, I can’t help but notice the absence of the Eye Design crew at our last couple of jobs. Has the hamster finally learned to run the client wheel on his own?”
    “I think we will soon find out.” Nate just smiled at his brother from across the desk.
    “Be careful.” Mitch sighed. “If