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Don’t forget to call and let me know when you’re coming to get your car. Good night, my Nubian queen.”
    “Yes, it is a very good night.” Jada recharged her cell phone on the nightstand and continued lying sideways across the jumbo-sized mattress. She cried hard into her pillow so the people in the adjacent room wouldn’t hear her sobbing. Why did she keep crying over Wellington when she didn’t want him? How long would her head and heart remain out of sync? The old man on the plane had given her a lot to think about. Should Jada abandon her pride in order to salvage their love? Or give up Wellington and maintain her dignity?

Chapter 2
    W ellington loaded Jada’s trunk with a portable battery charger, flares, a first aid kit, and an empty gas can. He double checked the spare tire and made certain his AAA roadside card was in his wallet.
    All of his life was neat and orderly. Preschool. High School. College. Cynthia had overruled his plea to play football and enrolled him in golf lessons. On his first date with Jada, he’d thrown on his new rags, sagging his denim shorts and wearing his baseball cap backward. To impress Jada he’d adjusted his attitude to his attire and played it cool. He was always smooth, but seldom cool. Not as in calm. Slick. He wasn’t the type of guy who could get caught fucking another woman, then convince his woman she was to blame or it wasn’t his fault. If confronted, he told the truth or opted not to respond.
    “We’re all set.” Hopefully this wasn’t his last chance to spend time with his Nubian queen. “Did you phone your mother to make sure they’re not busy?” Wellington recalled when Jada told him how she dropped by unannounced and saw her mother dressed in a bustier, garter, and G-string, waiting for Robert to come over.
    “Yeah, she’s packing. Robert is taking her to Las Vegas tomorrow. Those two are always traveling some place.” Jada reached for the handle.
    “Oh, no you don’t. We may not be a couple, but some things haven’t changed.” Wellington opened and closed Jada’s door. He checked the pressure in each tire. Then he adjusted the steering wheel and the mirrors, and pulled away from the curb.
    “Thanks for driving my car to L.A.” Jada affectionately rubbed her thumb aside his mouth.
    Instantly he licked his lips, asking, “What was that?” He sucked her pointing finger into his mouth.
    “Oh, toothpaste or something. Don’t worry. It’s gone now.” She smiled, intertwining her legs until both feet rested atop opposite knees.
    “Umm, I should have gotten it myself.” He glanced at her feet. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Wellington cruised Highway 1 South toward the San Mateo Bridge. He liked her new purple stonewashed unitard. Stretchable. Flexible. Sexy. The outline of her crotch stalked him, so he scratched the back of his neck. “Um. Would you please unfold your legs? You’re distracting me. I’ve never seen you do that.” He tucked in his lips to moisten them.
    Placing her bare feet on the off-white mat next to her slip-ons, Jada answered, “After you abandoned me at the restaurant at Pier 39, I decided meditation wasn’t enough, so I enrolled in yoga. It’s the best mental and physical exercise I’ve done. You should try it.”
    Wow. Maybe he should. In fact, he’d enroll as soon as he got back, because if all the women in the class were that limber and peacefully centered—forget the church house—yoga class was where Wellington wanted to find his next mate. He thought about last night when Jada’s iridescent-polished toenails had been cotton candy in his mouth.
    “You think you’ll ever relocate from Half Moon Bay?” Jada opened the Jet magazine, reading the last page first. Eddie Murphy was on the cover without his wife and kids.
    Wellington would sneak a peep when Jada turned to the centerfold. “Are you kidding? Never. The San Francisco Peninsula is one of the best places to live in America. You wouldn’t