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stand still as his question floated between us. His hand was planted firmly on the door just above my head; no wonder I couldn’t pull it open. He was so close behind me. I could feel a wall of heat along the back of my body as he leaned over me, waiting for my answer, expecting me to react like every other woman who had probably given in to his good looks and sex appeal.
    â€œMy wife is crazy as hell, and I think you’ve got enough on your plate to keep you occupied. I have police-grade Mace. Move, or I’ll use it.” I held my breath, silently wishing this were a different time, or I were a different me. He was a ride I couldn’t afford to take right now.
    Reluctantly, his hand slid from the door. I heard him take a step back.
    â€œOl’ girl out there, she ain’ nothin’ but arm candy. But you, you naturally beautiful wit’ all that real hair. Yeah, I can tell, an’ I appreciate it. Your wife got e’re right to be crazy, ’cause I honestly don’t think you into that dikin’ shit a hundred percent. I’ll see you soon, Michelle.”

CHAPTER 2
    HOME GROWN
    I was bored outta my damn mind. Chelle was always at work or wherever doin’ who- or whatever and I was stuck up in here all day every day with the damn kids. The two of them were runnin’ around the house, actin’ like they were losin’ they damn minds, fighting over every single solitary thing. There was nothing for me to do and I was gettin’ restless as hell and the kids were startin’ to work my damn nerves. I threw down the magazine I was trying to read, only making it halfway through the article on how to tell if your man was cheating. No, I ain’t had no man. I just switched all the “if he’s” doing this or that et cetera shit to “if she’s,” and damn if Michelle wasn’t fitting the descriptions to a muthafuckin’ T.
    Lately she’d been working late with special clients on special closings, or taking longer to get home than usual. When we made love—hell I couldn’t even call it that—it was more on some “I serve you until I’m bored, okay switch, now you do me” boring-ass shit. Nothing like when we first got together. Everything that damn magazine said was exactly what was going on in our house. An’ I be givin’ her ass every opportunity to just tell me she seeing someone else but, like a muthafuckin’ nigga, she refuse an’ claims nothin’s up. You know how that shit goes. Deny, deny, deny ’til you die type shit. She could probably get caught in the act, dick or pussy in her mouth, ass, or whatever, and still be like, “Baby, it ain’t what you think.”
    Pain shot through my foot; glancin’ down, I got even more pissed off as I pulled one of Trey’s Legos from underneath it. “Trey, stop chasin’ yo’ fuckin’ sister an’ come pick up these damn toys. I done told you ’bout leavin’ these damn things all ova’ the fuckin’ place. I’ma start throwin’ ’em away. Try me, li’l nigga.” I stared his li’l lazy ass down while he picked ’em up slow as hell one by fuckin’ one.
    I did not sign up for this shit. I needed to be doing something with myself, running a business, keeping my mind busy earning myself some damn money. I hated dependin’ on Michelle for every damn dime I wanted to spend. If it wasn’t for the fact that we were basically in a self-induced witness protection program I could easily go out an’ get myself some kind of work, but it was just easier if we kept people out of our shit. Daycares, constant babysitters, they all had questions and needed more info than she or I wanted to give.
    I needed to talk to a damn adult. All this kiddy shit was getting to my ass. I pulled my cell out of my back pocket and called my cousin back home in Detroit: the only person I