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described as romantic love; it was love in the purest sense, and it was unconditional. Atleast that’s what he told himself, but he secretly wondered if he was allowing himself to be tied down with Misty out of a sense of obligation. He quickly shook that negative thought from his mind. Misty was the love of his life. Point blank. Period.
    He supposed he’d have to get his carnal needs met by prostitutes. Feelings weren’t involved when money was exchanged for sex. He knew that from personal experience, when he used to sell sexual favors back in the day.
    Putting aside unpleasant thoughts of his past, he scanned the apartment listings of the newspaper that was spread open on the table. Most of the places that caught his eye were surprisingly expensive, and he was grateful that cash wasn’t a problem. He had plenty of money in his pocket due to Anya’s generosity. Recalling the many ways Anya had held him down, Brick felt a pang of guilt.
    He had refused to accept her offer to give him a portion of her inheritance, telling her he’d be all right. Yet, she’d waited until he was distracted and slipped a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills into his travel bag, making sure he was straight until he got back on his feet.
    Anya and her sexy-self had been ride or die while she and Brick were together. In another lifetime, their relationship would have worked perfectly. They had so much in common. Both had lost their mothers young, and they were both damaged by their losses, yet they maintained a huge capacity to love. Unfortunately, the timing hadn’t been right for Brick and Anya, and he’d been unable to commit to her. He prayed that Anya was healing from all her past hurt and was finally living her life to the fullest in Trinidad. Hopefully, she’d found some clues from her family members that could lead to finding her pops who’d been missing for years. Most of all, Brick wanted Anya to find the true love a fine woman like her deserved.
    By the time the waitress brought the food to the table, Brick had circled five apartments that were in his price range and had an extra bedroom for Little Baron when he stayed over. Once Brick was situated, Thomasina would not be calling the shots about how often he could see his son. He realized his relationship with Misty would be confusing for his son, but over time, Little Baron would adjust and learn to accept that his father and his sister were a couple.
    When Brick’s fork scraped against the ceramic plate, he looked down in surprise. The plate was empty; he’d practically inhaled the food the waitress had set before him. The meal had been so good, he was tempted to order an extra platter to take out and eat later, but decided against it. He wasn’t burning calories like he did while working construction, and until he found a new job, he would have to watch what he ate and also start hitting the gym.
    Brick chugged down a second beer, and then motioned for the check. The waitress was busy flirting with four male patrons who were sharing a table.
    Brick wasn’t in a hurry, and so he settled back in his seat and waited. Alone with his thoughts, he recalled Misty’s excitement about starting a profession as a psychic. As far as he was concerned, Misty wasn’t any more psychic than he was, but she believed that she’d gained the ability to predict the future. Looking on the bright side, it was good for Misty to feel useful, and he didn’t think there was any harm in her trying to build up a clientele. People who sought out psychics did it strictly for entertainment, and if they were naïve enough to take a psychic’s predictions seriously, then that was on them.

CHAPTER 4
    W ord had gotten around the hospital that Misty could see the future, and various employees were finding reasons to peek in her room to get a look at her.
    When Johanna McBride, the nurse whom Misty had given the reading, came to check on her,