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  Nina took Rick’s hand and led him out of her office, down the hall, and into the living room of their small three-bedroom home, which she’d moved into after her divorce.

  “Do you know what this means?” she said, easing him down onto the sofa.

  “It means you’re rich?” he said slowly, like everything was still registering.

  “It means we’re rich, baby. I can pay off those student loans, get out of debt, open my real estate business, and you—you can now finally open that gym you’ve wanted to open.”

  Rick had been scrimping and saving for years to fulfill his dream of opening an upscale gym that catered to young professionals. He’d managed to save a nice chunk of change, but three months ago, his only brother was killed, and Rick had to use the money to bury his brother. So he was essentially starting all over.

  A smile finally crossed Rick’s face as his eyes began to twinkle. “We’re rich?”

  Nina nodded, matching his smile. “We’re rich.”

  He jumped up and swung her around in circles as they both let out piercing screams. Nina couldn’t remember a time she’d been happier. She knew from that moment forward, their lives would never be the same.

  2

  Todd Lawson’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness filling his tiny one-bedroom apartment.

  It was bad enough he had to come home to this dump, but since he’d fallen victim to downsizing and lost his job as director of music relations for the local R&B station, money had been extremely tight. He finally had to take a job at UPS, where his friend Lincoln worked. Todd and his girlfriend Pam had moved from their nice downtown condo to the Village of Fondren, a group of crappy apartments on the south side of Houston—a move Pam was none too happy about. But he’d begged her to just hang in there until he stockpiled enough money to start his talent management agency. She did, but not without complaining every chance she got.

  Todd had just returned from making a delivery to Oklahoma City, and after the seven-hour drive he was dog tired. He just wanted to relax in front of the TV with a cold beer.

  But the candles flickering on the kitchen table told him that Pam had other ideas. There had to be fifteen candles of various heights. Todd sighed, loosened the dingy chocolate brown shirt, and began slipping it off.

  “Hey, baby,” Pam purred. She was sitting at the end of the rectangular glass table, which looked out of place in the tiny apartment. She had long, sandy brown hair, pulled up with ringlets of curls cascading down her face.

  “What’s goin’ on?” Todd asked, eyeing the Chinese food arranged in the Corelle ceramic dishes. No doubt from P.F. Chang’s, her favorite. Pam couldn’t cook, didn’t cook, and wouldn’t cook. But she could order a mean takeout.

  “Sit down, why don’t you?” She seductively motioned toward the seat at the other end of the table.

  “Babe, I appreciate this, but I’m really tired.” He was worn-out and would give anything not to have to endure a romantic dinner.

  “But, Todd, I went to all this trouble.”

  “I know, and I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m just really beat.” Todd knew that the longer he tried to plead his case, the more she was going to whine and pout. So he made a beeline for the refrigerator. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. I just want to grab a Bud and relax,” he said, opening the refrigerator. A confused look crossed his face when the light didn’t come on. “What the—?”

  He opened and closed the door several times before a nagging suspicion came over him as he made his way over to the light switch on the wall. He flicked it several times, then frowned when the light there didn’t come on either. That explained the “romantic” candles.

  Todd walked back over to the refrigerator, opened it, reached inside, and touched the beer. It was lukewarm, just as he feared. Pam was playing with the lo mein noodles. The expression on her face had gone from seductive to shifty.

  “Pam, are the lights off?” Todd slowly asked.

  “Well, ummm, it’s like, I mean, I can explain,” she began, setting her chopsticks down.

  “Pam, tell me the lights are not off,” he growled, already knowing the answer. “Not when I gave you two hundred dollars to pay the electric bill last week.”

  “Well, see, what had happened was,” she explained, “when I went to the beauty shop, Wanda convinced me to get highlights and a full head weave instead of the extensions I had been getting. I agreed, only I didn’t ask her how much extra it was going to be. And then it was twice as much as I expected, and well, I didn’t have any other money.”

  Todd had to take small, deep breaths. He didn’t get angry very often, but lately Pam had really been pushing his buttons. She was a model who never modeled. Right now she was “in between” jobs. She had been hired at a call center a few months ago, but since she couldn’t ever get to work on time, she was fired within two weeks. With the exception of that job and a stint as a Bud Light girl, she was always “in between” jobs.

  Maybe they wouldn’t have to live in this dump if she would get a job. Maybe they’d have money for the lights and her weave if she would just get a job. But the concept seemed foreign to her, and he’d given up fighting her about it.

  “Pam, I know you’re not standing here telling me you got your hair done with the electric-bill money.”

  She eased over to him. “Baby, I was trying to look good for you. I mean, we are going to the Mary J. Blige concert and I knew you wouldn’t want me looking all busted.”

  Todd pushed her gently but firmly away from him. “Yeah, the concert. The one-hundred-and-sixty-dollar-a-seat concert that you just had to get tickets to.” Pam was truly irresponsible when it came to money. They’d gotten evicted from the condo because she squandered the rent money. When they moved into this dump, she’d promised him she would do better and he’d promised her he’d move her to a nicer place when their six-month lease was up.

  Todd silently cursed. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her with that electric-bill money. He had threatened numerous times to take over managing their money, or rather, his money, since she didn’t work, but she always talked him out of it. And since he was always on the road making long-distance deliveries, and she was at home doing nothing, he let her keep handling the money.

  “Baby, don’t be mad,” Pam said. “This can be fun. I got dinner. I got the candles going. We can make love by the light of the flickering flames.” She pulled at his belt.

  He stared at her like she was crazy. “So you spent the electric-bill money on your hair?” he asked, like he needed to hear it again. When she didn’t answer, he said, “So why didn’t you just use money from the account to pay the bill?” She bit down on her bottom lip but still didn’t answer. “Pam, how much money is in the account?” he asked through gritted teeth.

  She shrugged nonchalantly while she continued trying to undo his belt. “You worry too much.”

  He put his hands over hers, stopping her. “Pam, how much money is in the account?”

  “Twenty-six dollars.”

  “Pam, what happened to the money? I had two hundred and sixty dollars in there yesterday. And please tell me that you paid my grandmother’s bill.”

  Pam rolled her eyes. “Yes, I paid your precious grandmother’s bill,” she snapped sarcastically. “That’s why we don’t ever have any money—you paying her bills every month. Like she needs to be in that pricey assisted-living center. She’s got Alzheimer’s. She wouldn’t know if you had her living under a brid…”

  Pam’s words trailed off. His grandmother was a subject she usually didn’t dare touch. Although his grandmother’s health was slowly deteriorating, Todd would work 24/7 if he had to to make sure she could live out her final days in decency.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” she said with an edge to her voice. “I didn’t mean anything, but things are tough for us because of that woman, and you can’t expect me to enjoy spending our money on her when her and your mom treat me like crap.”

  “It ain’t your
money,” Todd said slowly, deciding not to even touch her comment about his mom and grandmother. “Now, what happened to all the money in the account?”

  Pam threw up her hands in surrender. “Baby, I don’t want to argue with you.”

  Yet the answer came to him when he finally noticed her sheer pink gown.

  “Is that new?” he asked, pointing. Todd didn’t know what kind it was, but obviously it had a designer label. Pam lowered her eyes to the floor, but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to; he knew that’s where the money went. Pam was forever trying to live a champagne lifestyle on a beer budget.

  “Pam, I don’t believe you!” Todd said, no longer able to contain his anger. “Why would you take the last of our money and buy a negligee?”

  “It was on sale! And I thought the light company gives you a little leeway when you don’t pay your bill.”

  “Not when the bill is already overdue!” he yelled. “You don’t even open them until the pink copy comes!”

  “Well, at least it’s cool outside. A beautiful April night,” she said, motioning toward the window.

  “Pam, how are the lights going to get back on? I don’t get paid until Friday. Are we supposed to sit up in here for three days in the dark, hungry? Oh, but at least your hair will be cute.”

  “Todd, I’m really sorry,” Pam said, reaching for him.

  He jerked his hand away.

  “I already talked to my sister,” Pam quickly added. “She loaned us the money. She already called and paid the bill on her credit card, so the lights should be back on tomorrow.”

  “So now your sister thinks I’m not man enough to pay my own bills.” That thought set him to pacing back and forth across the kitchen.

  “No, I mean, she knows you can pay your bills.” Pam exhaled in frustration, like he was the one who was wrong. “Good grief, you’re making a big deal out of nothin’. All I’m—”

  He cut her off. “Save it, Pam. I am so sick of this.”

  “Look, don’t be going off on me.” She wiggled her neck. “I can’t help it if you don’t make enough money.”

  No, she didn’t go there, he thought.

  She must’ve known she’d crossed the line because again she reached out and tried to hug him. Todd didn’t say a word as he pushed her hands off him. He walked through the darkness and out the front door, ignoring Pam’s cries of apology.

  3

  Todd plopped down on the cold steel bar stool like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’d driven to Carrington’s Sports bar with his vision clouded in anger. He couldn’t understand why he kept putting himself through the drama with Pam. Yes, she was beautiful and fine and he loved having her on his arm when they went out in public. But what price was he paying? He took every long-distance gig he could get at work—not just for the double overtime but because it kept him on the road and away from her.

  Bishop T.D. Jakes was right about his 80/20 rule. Todd remembered the first time he’d heard that while visiting the Potter’s House in Dallas. Bishop Jakes had said that at any given time you’ll only get 80 percent from your mate, and when the other 20 percent comes along in another person, it reminds you of what you’re not getting. But at the end of the day, that twenty is still only twenty. The rule hadn’t made a lot of sense to him then. But he definitely understood it now.

  Pam was his twenty.

  “You look like you can use a double shot today,” said Tannie, the beautiful bushy-haired bartender who always made sure he was taken care of. She placed a napkin in front of him. “So your usual, times two, coming right up.”

  “You’re the best, Tannie,” Todd said. “But it’s been a rough day and I’m going to need something stronger. How about straight vodka?”

  “That bad of a day, huh?” she asked.

  “You don’t even know the half of it,” he muttered.

  She cocked a finger at him and fired. “Well, I got you.”

  “Don’t you always.” He forced a smile as she made her way over to the shelves of liquor.

  A moment later Tannie returned with his drink.

  “Thanks, Tannie.” Todd didn’t bother handing her his credit card. He’d been a regular at Carrington’s lately, so she knew he’d settle his tab at the end of the night.

  “Anytime. Just let me know when you need something else.” She flashed a comforting smile as she went to tend to the next customer.

  “Wassup!”

  Todd turned toward the source of the familiar voice. “It’s you, man. What’s going on?”

  “Trying to make a dollar outta fifteen cents.” Lincoln laughed heartily.

  Todd’s forced smile turned genuine at the sight of the man who’d been his best friend since the ninth grade. Lincoln, a thirty-two-year-old man desperately hanging on to his twenties, was wearing his usual baggy jeans and Sean John T-shirt.

  “What’s up, man?” Lincoln asked, taking the stool next to Todd. “What’s got you looking so gloomy? And what are you doing here on a Wednesday night? I thought Pam only let you come out on Fridays,” he joked.

  Todd threw back his drink, downing it in one gulp. He winced as the liquor slid down his throat.

  Lincoln eyed the drink, his nose turned up. “Is that straight vodka?”

  Todd nodded.

  “Okay, what’s really going on? Is your grandmother all right?”

  “Nah, she’s the same,” Todd said. Lincoln knew Todd had been really worried about his grandmother’s health lately, so naturally he would assume that was what had Todd down.

  “So then what’s the problem?” Lincoln asked.

  “Women will drive you to drink,” Todd replied, sighing heavily.

  Lincoln sat up straight on the stool, ready to deliver the truth. “That’s why you keep more than one. That way, when one gets to acting up, you get rid of her and move on to the next one. No headaches,” he said matter-of-factly.

  Todd tsked at his friend. That was the motto by which Lincoln lived. “You know I’m not into that love ’em and leave ’em stuff.”

  “You need to be,” Lincoln replied with an airy wave. “I don’t even know why I’m wasting my breath. It’s not like you’re going to listen to me anyway.” Lincoln called Tannie over and ordered a Crown and Coke. “So tell me what Pam did this time.”

  Todd debated whether he should tell Lincoln. He knew his friend didn’t like Pam and this would only bolster his case that Todd needed to dump her.

  “Nothing, man.”

  “Don’t ‘nothing’ me. I know you. And the only time you get all sad and dejected like that is when something is wrong with Grams or after Pam has gone on one of her spending sprees.” He nodded as Todd remained silent. “How much she get you for this time?”

  “Just drop it, Lincoln.” Despite Lincoln’s ribbing, Todd knew he was genuinely concerned.

  “Naw, you know I’m not gonna drop it. Tell me, what did she do? Did she buy a Bentley?”

  One corner of Todd’s mouth turned up in a sly smile. “Yeah, right.”

  “Don’t act like she’s incapable of something like that.”

  “Okay, you’re right. But, naw, nothing that extreme, but she did let the lights get cut off.”

  “What?” Lincoln exclaimed. “How can a grown dude who works sixty hours a week have his electricity getting cut off?”

  Todd sighed. “I know.”

  “I told you a thousand times, that broad ain’t no good for you.” His look was one of pity, like he didn’t understand how someone could be such a fool.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Todd lifted his empty glass, motioning for Tannie to bring him another drink. “One more, please,” Todd said when she approached.

  “Coming right up,” Tannie said, setting Lincoln’s glass in front of him and grabbing Todd’s empty one.

  Lincoln eyed Tannie’s firm behind as she walked off. “Lord, that girl is fine.” He turned back to face Todd. “Anyway, Pam ain’t nothing but trouble. I mean, last month you
didn’t have the money to pay your car note because she bought some Jimmy Choos. She ain’t got nowhere to walk to, but she buying Jimmy Choos.”

  “She just has expensive taste,” Todd said, not sure why he was defending her. Lincoln knew all about his troubles with Pam, so no matter what Todd said, his friend was not going to change his view of her.

  “If she has such expensive taste, then she needs to get her a job. You’re my boy and all, but a baller you are not.”

  “Thanks a lot, Lincoln.”

  Tannie set Todd’s drink in front of him.

  Lincoln flashed her a sexy smile and tipped his drink to her. “I’m just keeping it real. You need to stop trying to pretend you’re a baller.”

  “I don’t try to act like a baller,” Todd said defensively.

  “Yes, you do. You’ve been doing it since the first day you met Pam, using up all your money to wine and dine her. I think you were hanging around all those celebrities at the radio station and you just lost touch with reality. Then you got a little taste of money and it went to your head.”

  Todd weighed his friend’s words as he thought back to the first time he met Pam. He’d been a happily married man and making six figures. “Pam knows I’m not a baller.”

  Lincoln shot his friend a discerning look. “Yeah, she knows now, after she dang near broke you. Come on, dude, you took out a loan against your 401k so you could take her to the Virgin Islands, as if she needed to be going anywhere near anything virgin.”

  Todd cut his eyes at his friend, causing Lincoln to throw up his hands apologetically. “Sorry, man, don’t mean to be talking about your girl, but she was a little loose back in the day.”

  “Was. That was a long time ago.” About nine months ago Todd had found out about Pam’s sordid history, thanks to one of his coworkers who took great pride in telling Lincoln what he and two of his boys had done with Pam.

  “I’m just saying, if you keep letting her get away with stuff, she’s gonna keep doing it. Shoot, I don’t blame her. If I could find me someone stupid enough to let me milk her for all her money while I sat back and did nothing but shop, I might do it myself.”