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  The Best of Everything

  Kimberla Lawson Roby

  For my family, friends, and loyal readers.

  I love you with all my heart.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Alicia closed her eyes and wondered if she was making…

  Chapter 1

  Phillip drank the last of his coffee, set down the…

  Chapter 2

  You are such a cheapskate,” Alicia said to Melanie after…

  Chapter 3

  Phillip tried his best to concentrate on the sermon he…

  Chapter 4

  Alicia rolled her car to a complete stop, just outside…

  Chapter 5

  Alicia slipped on a baking mitt, eased open the stainless…

  Chapter 6

  They’d made beautiful love last night, and Phillip was glad…

  Chapter 7

  Woodfield Mall was only about an hour’s drive from Mitchell,…

  Chapter 8

  No matter how many times she replayed the entire scenario,…

  Chapter 9

  She actually went out and bought a brand-new, ridiculously priced…

  Chapter 10

  Alicia wasn’t sure who this Shandra person was and why…

  Chapter 11

  This past weekend had been by far the worst weekend…

  Chapter 12

  As soon as they all arrived at the south suburban…

  Chapter 13

  Alicia had called her mother a little earlier, letting her…

  Chapter 14

  Phillip finally knew what it meant to have the wind…

  Chapter 15

  As soon as Alicia and Phillip walked inside his parents’…

  Chapter 16

  Phillip slowly opened his eyes, glanced over at the clock…

  Chapter 17

  Alicia sighed exhaustedly and drove onto the street she and…

  Chapter 18

  The house was jam-packed. From Melanie and Brad to Curtis,…

  Chapter 19

  It was the last Saturday in April, exactly two months…

  Chapter 20

  Alicia had only been seeing Levi Cunningham for the last…

  Chapter 21

  It was official. Phillip felt like a complete fool. A…

  Chapter 22

  Thankfully, on Sunday, things had gone Phillip’s way. Not only…

  Chapter 23

  It was already four o’clock, but since Macy’s was staying…

  Chapter 24

  Hey, can you call me back in about fifteen minutes?”

  Chapter 25

  Phillip had only been sitting in front of the Kings’…

  Chapter 26

  Alicia had decided for sure that she wasn’t going to…

  Chapter 27

  Alicia glanced up at the clock on the wall, saw…

  Chapter 28

  It was the first Friday in June, an entire month…

  Chapter 29

  Over the last hour, Alicia had cried a bucket of…

  Chapter 30

  Once Alicia’s father had phoned his attorney, it had taken…

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Kimberla Lawson Roby

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Prologue

  Six Months Earlier

  Alicia closed her eyes and wondered if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. She was only twenty-two and had just graduated from college three months ago, yet here she was standing next to her father, preparing to walk down the center aisle of the church. As a matter of fact, this was the same church she’d grown up in, the one her father had once presided over, and the first of two churches he’d been thrown out of for one reason or another.

  Today, however, her father’s past transgressions were the very least of her worries because what she needed to focus on now was the man she was about to marry. Phillip Sullivan. The man her parents, stepparents, and everyone else seemed to adore so completely. The man her father liked so much he’d hired him as assistant pastor of his own church—which, in all honesty, was one of the main reasons Alicia wasn’t so sure Phillip was right for her. She did love him, that part she was sure of, but she couldn’t help thinking back to all the pain and humiliation her father had previously burdened her mother with. She loved her father and had forgiven him a long time ago, but no matter how hard she tried, she would never forget all the women he’d slept around with whenever he’d felt like it. She would never forget the horrible way he’d treated his second wife, Mariah, or the fact that he’d gone and gotten another woman pregnant, all while married to his current wife, Charlotte. It was true that Charlotte had done her dirt, too, a great deal of it for that matter, but Alicia still wasn’t happy about the life her father had once led. She knew he was human and that everyone made mistakes, but it was because of all of his sinful acts that she’d promised herself she would never, not under any circumstances, take any minister’s hand in marriage. She’d made a pact with herself a very long time ago, well before she’d become a teenager, and her feelings hadn’t changed.

  At least, not until six months ago, when she’d driven to her father’s house for a weekend visit, gone to church that Sunday morning, and seen Phillip standing in the pulpit. Her father had talked about him often, ever since hiring him three months before, but it wasn’t until that weekend that Alicia had actually seen Phillip in person and realized there was noticeably strong chemistry between them. She’d tried to deny her feelings for him, especially with him being ten years her senior, but she hadn’t been able to do so. And how could she when her attraction for him had been so intense? How could she when Phillip had made it clear, from the very beginning, that she was going to be his wife?

  He’d been adamant about the whole idea of it; right after their first meeting, he had visited her at her college campus once or twice every week, and she’d come home every single weekend to be with him. They’d fallen in love immediately, spent all of their time together, and had quickly decided they didn’t want to live without each other. Then, to Alicia’s total surprise, her father hadn’t objected to her seeing Phillip, and neither had her mother, Tanya. Which was strange, specifically when it came to her father, because he’d always been so overly protective of her when she dated. Partly because he didn’t want to accept that she was a full-grown woman and partly because he didn’t believe any man was good enough for his daughter.

  But that was then and this was now, because today, her father was standing proudly in an Armani tuxedo, smiling ear to ear.

  “So, are you ready, baby girl? Ready to make a lifelong commitment before God and everyone else who loves you?”

  “I guess so.”

  “You guess? Don’t you know?”

  Alicia sighed. “I guess I’m just a little scared is all.”

  “That’s understandable. But as long as you love him, you’ll be fine. You do love him, right?”

  “I do, Daddy. I love him with all my soul.”

  “And he definitely loves you. No doubt about it. I knew it the first time I saw the two of you together.”

  Alicia smiled and her father kissed her on the cheek.

  “And I love you, too. You’re getting married today, but you’ll always be my baby girl and I’ll always be here for you. You remember that, okay?”

  “I will, and I love you, too, Daddy. I’ll always love you no matter what.”

  Tears filled her father’s eyes, and just then the double doors slowly swung open.

  It was time.

  The harpist and flutist playe
d their instruments softly and beautifully, and Alicia saw Phillip standing at the altar, waiting patiently. She could tell how at peace he was, and she wished she could feel the same way. She wished she could be sure that they really were going to live happily ever after.

  So she stood there, unable to move her feet. She stood in place for as long as she could, but when her father nudged her arm, she finally stepped forward.

  The church was absolutely gorgeous and based on everyone’s facial expressions, so was her pure-white, sleeveless Reem Acra wedding gown made in silk satin at the top and tulle at the bottom. The top was covered with a finely beaded overlay, and the multifoot chapel train trailed gracefully behind her. Her mother had begged to differ, but this dress had been a steal at five thousand dollars, and Alicia was glad she’d chosen it. She was glad she had a father who thought she deserved the world—a father who had generously given her a one-hundred-thousand-dollar spending budget to cover her wedding and reception expenses. He’d talked a lot about how she was his firstborn and how he wanted her big day to be something she could cherish for the rest of her life, and she was happy to say the setting couldn’t be more flawless.

  But as she walked farther down the aisle, passing all the exquisitely arranged white floral designs attached to each pew, a feeling of sadness overtook her and now she knew the real reason she was so uneasy. She didn’t want to feel this way, but she couldn’t help who she was and what she’d been used to her entire life: the best of everything, regardless of what it cost.

  What she wished was that love could simply be enough for her and that designer clothing and other luxuries didn’t matter in the least. But they did matter. And she knew Phillip couldn’t give her any of those things—not on his salary. Maybe in a few years he might be able to, especially once he wised up and came to the realization that heading up a mega-church was the real goal he should be working toward. But for now, he’d made it perfectly clear that he was happy right where he was—happy and dead set on learning as much as he could from his future father-in-law, well before branching out on his own.

  Now, Alicia wished she’d thought this whole thing through just a bit more thoroughly, but it was too late. Too late for any turning back or changing her mind.

  Too late for anything except taking their vows and saying, “I do.”

  Chapter 1

  Phillip drank the last of his coffee, set down the local section of the Chicago Sun-Times, and gazed across the table at Alicia. She looked back at him and could already tell he was about to start nagging her all over again. Last night, they’d had another major blowup, and for the first time in the six months they’d been married, they’d gone to bed not speaking. They’d turned their backs to each other and hadn’t said one word ever since then and as far as Alicia was concerned, the silence between them could continue. She was fine with it, and even more so if he was planning to complain about her spending habits.

  “Look,” Phillip finally said. “All I’m trying to get you to see is that there’s no way we can afford for you to keep spending money the way you have been. I mean, I know you’ve always gotten pretty much whatever you want, but, baby, things are different now.”

  Alicia leaned back in her chair and tossed him a disapproving look. “Different how?”

  “Different because you’re no longer in college and being supported by your father. Different because you’re now a grown woman and you’re now married to me.”

  “So, what are you trying to say? That because I’m married to you, I’m supposed to lower my standards?”

  “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. What I am saying, though, is that it’s time you started being a lot more responsible than you have been and time you realize that we can’t always have everything we want when we want it.”

  “I’m not trying to have everything. But at the same time, I’m not about to start living like some pauper just because you don’t earn enough money.”

  Phillip shook his head. “Alicia, your father pays me seven thousand dollars a month and that’s a pretty decent salary by anyone’s definition.”

  “That may be. But if you’d do what I keep suggesting, you could be making so much more than that. When my dad was your age, he was earning three thousand dollars a week and that was nearly twenty years ago. So, imagine what you could be earning today.”

  “It doesn’t matter, because I’m happy right where I am, working at Deliverance Outreach. I’m happy working for your father, and for the life of me, I don’t understand why you have such a huge problem with that.”

  “I only have a problem with it because you could be doing so much better. I mean, Phillip, just think about it. You’ve got a degree in business and also one in theology, so you could easily apply for senior pastor positions at much larger churches. Actually, you should be doing it on a regular basis because if you did, you’d definitely get hired at one of them. Not to mention the fact that once any of those churches see who your father-in-law is and that he highly recommends you, it’ll be a done deal, anyway.”

  “But that’s just it. I don’t want to be hired because of who I’m now related to. I want to be hired because I’ve learned a lot about ministry and because I’m truly knowledgeable enough and ready to lead a megasize congregation.”

  Alicia scooted her chair back and stood up. “Well, you do what you want, but don’t expect me to be okay with it. Don’t expect me to live with a lot less than what I’ve always been accustomed to.”

  Phillip pushed away from the granite-topped island as well. “You’re wrong. You’re as wrong as can be, and all I can do is pray that you eventually start to see it.”

  “Whatever,” she said and walked over to the kitchen sink and set her glass and plate inside it. “Because it’s not like I’ve been spending your money, anyway.”

  “No, that’s true, but it’s only a matter of time before that money your father gave you is gone, and that’s why I’m trying to get you to see that you have a problem.”

  Alicia jerked her head toward Phillip and raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

  “I’m serious, Alicia. Because how much do you actually have left in your account?”

  Alicia loved her husband, but right now she didn’t like him very much. As a matter of fact, at this particular moment, she couldn’t stand him. She knew he was referring to the twenty thousand dollars she’d had left over from her wedding budget but that was her money and how dare he inquire about it.

  “How much?” he repeated.

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanna know.”

  “But why do you wanna know?”

  “Because I’m trying to make a point.”

  “Phillip, I’m really getting tired of this, so why don’t we just agree to disagree.”

  Phillip folded his arms. “You’ve spent every penny, haven’t you?”

  “No. For your information, I’ve still got ten thousand of it,” she lied.

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar?”

  Phillip slipped on his suit jacket. “I have to get to work.”

  “Fine. Do whatever you want,” she said and headed up the staircase. A few minutes later, she heard him back out of the driveway, and she was glad he was gone. She hated lying to him, but he hadn’t left her any choice. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to save the money left over from her wedding budget, because for the first three months of their marriage, she hadn’t spent one dime of it. She’d tried her best to live the way Phillip wanted them to live, but it hadn’t been long before she’d started driving over to Chicago and frequenting upscale department stores the same as she’d been doing since she was a child. She’d been shopping at Saks, Neiman’s, and Marshall Field’s flagship location on State Street for as long as she could remember, well before Marshall Field’s was bought out by Macy’s, and she didn’t see why Phillip had a problem with it. Maybe the fact that she’d spent five thousand dollars of her money every month
for three months straight, and the fact that she only had five thousand left, hadn’t been the best decision she could have made, but the most important fact still remained: It was her money. It was all hers, and she had the right to do whatever she felt like doing with it.

  Alicia pulled the plush tan and purple comforter toward the head of the king-size bed, positioned the pillows and shams, and then sat down on the posh-textured chaise adjacent to it. Just yesterday, she’d received notification from QVC about their white gold sale this morning, and she couldn’t wait to see what they were going to be offering. She’d been thinking about it the entire time she and Phillip were having breakfast and was glad he’d left when he had.

  She reached to the bronze and glass designer table sitting to the side of her to pick up a notebook and pen. Then, she turned the channel to QVC and waited for the host of the white gold segment to introduce the first item. But when Alicia saw the gold and diamond bracelet, she wasn’t all that impressed and decided it wasn’t worth the selling price.

  As she continued watching, though, she couldn’t help thinking about Phillip and how unreasonable he was being and how he really could be making over six figures at another church. If he did, it wouldn’t matter how much money she spent on clothes, jewelry, and whatever else. He seemed so proud of the money her father paid him, and yes, he was right, seven thousand dollars per month was a very decent living, but it wasn’t enough. Actually, he wouldn’t even be earning that amount if Deliverance Outreach hadn’t grown to just over two thousand very loyal members, many of whom were tithe givers, and was now having to hold two services back-to-back on Sunday morning. Alicia couldn’t deny that she was very grateful that her father had chosen Phillip to serve as his assistant pastor and that he was paying him more than he’d paid the previous interim pastor, but she also knew that Phillip had so much more potential. He could probably earn double what her father had earned back when he was first starting out because not only did Phillip deliver great sermons, he was a good and honest man. He was faithful to her, and he genuinely cared about people in general.