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and my name is on the deed—That makes it my house, and I want her to get the hell out.”
    â€œAnd what am I supposed to do?”
    â€œNot my problem. I didn’t say you had to get out. I said she had to go. Why should you leave? After all, you pay the mortgage.”
    â€œI can’t believe you’re acting like this, Paige. I thought you were better than that.”
    â€œAnd I thought you were too, Marlon but, I guess it’s like you told me a long time ago—‘Sometimes, people change.’”

Chapter 2
    â€œOooooooh.” Yaya threw her phone down and flopped across the bed. She could not believe her brother. “I’m handling a situation with Paige.” She didn’t know who the hell Paige was, and she didn’t care. What she did care about was the fact that she needed him, and he was too busy to help her. Her plan was to call Quincy and get him to take Jason’s shoes over to the house. Now she didn’t know what to do.
    Checking her watch, she saw that she only had ten minutes to get to Jason’s condo. The sound of the doorbell startled her, and she ran to see if Jason was standing on her doorstep. Luckily, it wasn’t him; it was Monya.
    â€œGirl, thank God you’re here!”
    â€œWhat’s wrong? I tried calling you last night. Your cell and your house phone both kept going to voice mail.” Monya walked into the living room.
    â€œI know. I turned them off because Jason kept calling.”
    â€œWhat did he say?—Who was the chick driving your car?”
    â€œI don’t know, girl.” Yaya grabbed her purse. “Come on, we gotta go.”
    â€œGo where?—Wait, what do you mean, you don’t know. Didn’t you talk to him?”
    â€œYeah.” She checked her reflection in the mirror as they headed out the door. “But he didn’t tell me who the girl was. He was too mad about his shoes.”
    â€œâ€˜His shoes’?” Monya looked confused.
    Yaya popped the trunk and told her what happened after she got to Jason’s house.
    â€œI can’t believe you, Yaya. I told you not to do anything crazy. Now what are you gonna do?”
    â€œYou’re gonna take his shoes to him so I don’t go to jail.”
    â€œMe? I don’t think so.” Monya folded her arms and shook her head.
    â€œMonya, please?” Yaya hoisted the bag out of the trunk. “You gotta help me out. I called Q but he won’t do it.”
    â€œWhy can’t you just take the shoes over there?”
    â€œBecause . . . just do it, please.” Her cell began ringing, and Jason’s number flashed on the screen. “I’m on my way, dammit,” she screamed into the phone.
    â€œThanks, ma’am. I’ll let Mr. Taylor know,” Officer Crandle said in her nasal voice. “I appreciate your cooperation in this, Ms. Westbrooke.”
    â€œWhatever.” She ended the call.
    Monya was staring at her, giggling.
    â€œI don’t see anything funny.”
    â€œYou are.” She laughed harder, pointing at the large garbage sack.
    â€œMonya, please do this for me—just take the shoes over to Jason’s and give them to him.”
    â€œYou owe me big time, Yaya.” Monya reluctantly grabbed the bag.
    â€œI know, I do. I promise; I got your brows for the next month.”
    â€œOh, no, you got my brows for the next two months, trick, and my mani’s and pedi’s!”
    â€œDeal. Call me as soon as you leave. Thanks so much, girl!” Yaya smiled. She didn’t know what she would do without Monya. They had only been friends for a couple of years, but she felt like she had known her forever. Next to Taryn, she was her best friend.
    â€œOh, goodness, Taryn!”
    â€œWhat about her?” Monya put the bag in the back of her truck.
    â€œI was supposed to pick her up from the airport thirty minutes ago.” She checked her cell phone.