Tari's Treasure

gtÜ|Ëá gÜxtáâÜx Copyright © January 2010, Empress LaBlaQue Cover art by Anastasia Rabiyah © January 2010 This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. ISBN: 978-1-935348-93-1 Amira Press, LLC Baltimore, MD 21216 www.amirapress.com

Chapter One I didn’t know how much more of Thomas’s behavior I could have taken. He’d started a band only a year ago, and rock-star status revealed his true personality. Thomas was different, I told myself, and I wasn’t dating him for prestige. After all, their band, Human Nature, was pretty new. They had fresh music and a new sound. I sat quietly while women threw everything, including themselves, at Thomas. An endless parade of women was one of the perks of his chosen profession. Because I attended every gig, I knew he was going home with me. Thomas moved into my apartment, and in three months, I discovered that he was an arrogant, egotistical narcissist. Almost every night, Thomas would play at a small bar called The Underground. Naturally, I’d sit around and wait until they finished their set. Thomas used his baritone voice to charm women out of their cars, their money, and their underwear. Much like the brilliant musician, Prince, Thomas could spank a guitar until it screamed for mercy. When The Underground was closed, Thomas spent his time practicing or writing new music. I knew that Thomas was going places, and I wanted to be there when it all happened. Every night, Thomas made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I’d squirm in my seat, aching with desire. Thomas would be coming home to me, and that thought nailed me patiently to my seat. Sometimes, I’d wait for him to break down his gear, and other times, I’d go straight home. Working as admissions clerk at the hospital, my position demanded accuracy. My boss, Mr. Shipley, noticed how tired I’d been, as there were several errors in my postings. He pulled my coattail and even wrote me up a few times. After that, I was careful to get into bed no later than twelve on weeknights. Another performance was coming to an end. Although I was excited, extreme fatigue lulled me into a relaxed state. With arms held high in the air, I stretched and pulled a kink out of my back. Thomas had finished playing for the night, and I was more than ready to go. He laid his guitar aside, leaped from the small stage, and walked over to my table. Smiling tenderly, he displayed the narrow gap between his teeth. His bedroom eyes searched the room, then finally rested upon my modest cleavage. The soft lights from the bar made his caramel skin glisten. Writhing in my seat, I anticipated his next move. Like clockwork, he said the same thing after each performance. “Why don’t you go home, baby girl? You look tired. Me and the guys are going to practice for the show this weekend, and then I’ll be home.” “I am a little tired.” I placed my fingertips in front of my mouth to stifle a yawn. “Last night you promised you’d come home early, but you didn’t.” “Tari—Tari,” he moaned, kneeling before me on one knee. Pinching my cheek, he added, “We had to practice late, baby. You trust me, don’t you?” Disappointed, I turned my face from his. “Yeah, sure.” I reached into my soda and fished out a cherry. “I’ll see you when I see you.” Thomas brightened. “Now, that’s the spirit. You want me to make it big, right?” “You know I do,” I replied, soothing his damp brow. “Well”—he glanced down stage—“the sooner we break down the stage, the better.” He planted a tender kiss on my forehead and stood up. Without saying another word, he trotted off and leaped up on the stage. “Come on, guys! Let’s take this crap down!” Within seconds, speakers were turned off, instruments were placed into cases, and microphones were broken down. And that’s the way it was. Thomas would tell me he was practicing, and I’d go home to a cold bed. Eventually, he came home to me. He believed that I was naïve, but I just didn’t search for trouble. Augus Batiste was a French-Irish redhead who owned The Underground. He was well known for his long, bushy spirals; thick brows; and sea green eyes. The reddish-brown facial hair encircling 1

his mouth and chin was always neatly trimmed. His sideburns connected with his beard. Strong dimples were hidden along the smile lines of his face. Although Augus was a sexy catch, women didn’t seem to faze him. He was driven by success and had poured countless man hours into getting his new business off the ground. Each night, he’d wear his black apron, serve customers, push a broom, or resolve conflicts. Thomas’s music brought in a large crowd, so he let him do pretty much anything he wished, one hand washing the other. But Thomas was a noncompliant sort and should have been kissing Augus’s feet for the opportunities given to his new band. Pushing a damp dishcloth around my table, Augus nudged crumpled napkins and debris into his tray, and then he pocketed a meager tip. Although well spoken, his deep voice was slow and relaxed. His leisurely way of speaking made a person think he almost had a buzz or one too many. “You don’t have to leave right now, Tari. I could use the company.” His green eyes seemed almost transparent in the dim light. A crooked smile gleamed inside his well manicured beard. “Thanks, Augus, but I’d better be getting home. I’ve got to work in the morning.” Augus nodded. “Yeah, I understand that. You’ve gotta make a living, too.” One of the band members dropped his cymbals with a startling crash, and we both turned. Augus called, “Easy guys. We’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” “Yeah!” Thomas out called as he zipped his guitar bag. After leaning the bag against the wall, he noticed that Greg sat on a stool, pecking out a new tune on the keyboard. Thomas shoved Greg off his seat, and snatched the plug from his keyboard. “Man, get off your raggedy butt and take this stuff down. I gotta go.” After witnessing Thomas’s behavior, I turned toward Augus and cringed. “I guess that’s my cue.” Augus shrugged and placed his tray on the table. “I’ve always hated eleven o’clock during weeknights. The bar seems so lonely when it’s empty.” I stood up and stretched again. “You still have customers. There’s a black beauty sitting at that table in the rear. You didn’t forget about her, did you?” Augus turned his eyes toward the tables in the rear of the bar. “You mean Donya? Man, she came with the building. She’ll be here until hell freezes over.” “She looks as if she’s waiting for someone. Why don’t you keep her company?” Augus’s eyes narrowed. “No way,” he scoffed. “I mean”—he stroked his beard thoughtfully— “Donya is a branded woman. She’s already spoken for.” “Really?” I declared placing my hand on my hip. “I guess he doesn’t care too much for her. She’s been alone all night. As a matter of fact, she’s alone every night.” “Much like you, huh?” Augus said, pretending to dodge a blow. “Ouchie!” I cried humorously. “I thought you were my friend.” Augus glance over at Donya again. “I am,” he replied coldly. “Oh, so you’re not into dark meat, huh?” “How do you say it—Ouchie!” He held his heart and staggered backward. “Now, you’ve wounded me. I simply must go to your hospital.” I passed him a broad smile, which induced him to smile in return. “I know you’re not like that.” From the stage Thomas called, “Hey, white boy, we’ll need to set up about nine tomorrow, okay!” “Sure, man, no problem,” he replied, projecting his voice toward the stage. Thomas walked down stage and stopped. “Will you see Tari to her car? I’m a little busy and she needs to go home.” “Yeah!” Augus grinned. “I’ll take care of your chocolate bunny.” He put down his dishcloth, grabbed me around the waist, and kissed me on the lips. I giggled and pushed him away.

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Thomas shook his head and chuckled. “Very funny, white bread. Like I’m really scared you can take my woman. You wouldn’t know what to do with that much booty.” Augus bent in laughter. “I think I could figure which end is up.” I gave Augus a hearty shove, grabbed my hobo bag, and slung it across my shoulder. “Don’t be too late, baby.” I blew a butterfly kiss toward the stage and closed my jacket. Thomas mopped sweat from his brow with his forearm. “You know how I am during practice, but I’ll finish as soon as I can.” He wrapped an extension cord around his fist, then placed it near a large speaker. “Go on home, baby girl. I’ll see you soon.” Addressing Augus, he yelled, “Hey, snowman! You know what to do.” “The name is Augus. Augus Batiste, and I own this joint, remember?” He pointed to the bar, the stage, and the tables. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” Thomas spurned. He turned his back and stuffed another cord into a cardboard box. Augus pushed my chair under the table, and walked me toward the bar’s entranceway.

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Chapter Two Outside, it was dark, raining, and the sidewalk was flooded. People scurried past, splashing rain with each step. Standing under the awning, we watched the heavy rain for a moment. Although I didn’t have an umbrella or a rain bonnet, I lunged forward to run for my car. Augus caught me by the arm and pulled me back. “I’ll get your car, babe.” “That’s sweet, but you don’t have to do that.” “Why not?” He raised a brow and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Brown sugar melts, too.” I blushed and passed him my keys. He stepped from the protection of the awning and trotted toward the parking lot. When he returned, he got out of the car, and his red spirals hung loosely with rain. Like a gentleman, he stood in the rain, opened the door, and waited for me to enter. “My pleasure,” he said above the splashing rain. “Augus, you’re soaking wet. You’re going to make some woman very happy.” I stroked the side of his face with the back of my hand, then got in the car. “Later and thanks.” I drove off, and made a left turn onto Conair Street. Suddenly, I remembered the birthday cake Thomas had sent to my table. Immediately, I put on the brakes. My windshield wipers sheeted water left and right. The cake was not very tasty, but even so, I couldn’t leave it at the bar. There was no way Thomas would bother to bring it home, so I turned around and headed back to the club. When I pulled in front of the bar, I noticed that Thomas held his jacket over Donya’s head as she got into her car. Afterwards, he placed his jacket over his head and got into the passenger’s side. Within seconds, they drove away. My worst fear had manifested right before my eyes. Thomas was seeing Donya. Now, I understood why Donya waited each night until The Underground had closed. Tears stung my eyes, and my vision became cloudy. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and cried. It had taken one year and three months for me to see the real Thomas, although I’d had my suspicions. While I was beating myself up, I noticed that Augus was locking up his place. He turned from the doorway and appeared startled when he recognized my car. Tapping on the window of the passenger’s side, he inquired, “Tari—Tari. Are you all right, babe?” I rolled down the window and the rain washed my interior. Nodding, I whimpered, “I’m okay.” Augus took in his surroundings, then looked back at me. “What happened? I thought you were gone.” “Apparently, Thomas thought I was gone, too.” “Oh—you saw, huh?” “Augus, you knew all about Donya, didn’t you?” Rain pelted his hair and shoulders, and dripped from his thick lashes. “Yeah,” he mumbled. My brows drew a frown. “And you didn’t tell me!” Augus shrugged. “That’s none of my business, Tari.” I hit the steering wheel with my fist and yelled, “How could you keep something like this from me?” “Tari.” He wiped rain from his face, then blew at the water dripping from his moustache. “Yeah, I knew.” A soggy curl weighted with water fell into his face. “There’s an unspoken code among men. You never squeal on your partners.” I narrowed my eyes at his confession. “But—but, I thought you were my friend.” “Look, Tari. I’m not the one who wronged you, so lose the attitude, huh?” Upon his words, I relaxed my shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just so dammed angry. I’ve given Thomas all that I have, and this is the thanks I get.” Augus placed his hand on the door’s handle. “Shut off your lights and come inside. Let’s get outta this rain.” 4

“No! I’m all right.” Throwing up my hands in defense, I insisted, “You can go home.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I’m—completely—okay!” I added, with my voice cracking. Augus lifted his sea green eyes and droplets of rain pelted his lashes once more. “Look. We can talk about this inside. Please don’t be stubborn.” Augus walked around to the driver’s side of the car, took off his jacket, opened my door, then raised his jacket over my head. “Come inside.” Augus coaxed me inside the bar, and shook the rain from his jacket. After he hung it up, he turned on the lights behind the bar, pulled two chairs off a table, and pointed, “Sit here,” he instructed, sweeping wet hair behind his ears. “I’m going to get a towel. Afterward, I’ll get you something to drink.” “Thank you.” There I sat, sulking and seething. “How long?” Augus was blotting his hair with a towel and pretended not to hear. “Excuse me?” “I said, how—long—have they been”—I made quotation marks in the air with my fingers— “doing—each other.” He placed the towel around his neck, washed his hands, and pulled down a decorative glass. “I—don’t—know,” he said, mimicking me, but averting his eyes. After his words, the bar took on an eerie silence. The trickling sound of a drink over cracked ice broke the stillness. Augus had unbuttoned his top shirt, exposing his dark brown tee beneath. He walked toward my table holding two frosty glasses, then he placed one glass before me. Picking it up, I noticed that Augus had placed extra cherries in my soda. I smiled. “I know you’re a liar, Augus Batiste.” Upon my words, he closed his lips tightly. “You aren’t talking, huh? You’re a stag—dedicated to the male species, right?” Augus turned his chair backward and straddled it. He let out a loud sigh. “I can’t tell you the answer to that, Tari. I really don’t know.” I narrowed my eyes and met his timid stare. “You know the first time they left together?” “Really?” He took a sip out of his glass. “I don’t know the answer to that, either. Hey, I’m just a humble business man.” With my questions unanswered, I relaxed my shoulders and slumped forward. “I’m sorry. I’m putting pressure on you when Thomas is the person I should be interrogating.” Augus drew in a breath. “No harm done. I know how you feel, babe. I’ve been so busy putting this place together that I lost the love of my life, too. She said I was married to my job. And she was right. I didn’t mean to slight her like that.” Picking up my straw, I swirled the ice noisily. “Yeah, but what did I do wrong? I was supportive, nurturing, loving, and I even helped him financially.” Augus laced his arms across the chair’s back and leaned his face against his forearm. “Maybe you were too perfect. Men have a tendency to reach for the skanky type.” I laughed nervously. “No, you didn’t say—skanky type.” He raised his head and chuckled. “Hey, I know a hood rat when I see one.” “Hood rat.” I cocked my head to one side. “Really?” I said, twittering softly. “Really.” He grinned and sat up straight. “I’ve gotta be up with what’s down.” “Shut up! I’ve known you for . . .” “One year and three months.” “Exactly.” I took a swill from my soda. “Wait.” My eyes swept over his form. “Why would you remember that?” Augus took his straw and stirred his ice. “Thomas brought you here on your first date,” he replied dryly. The words froze in my mouth. “You’re right. And he sang to me for the first time. Everything was so beautiful. What did I do wrong?”

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Augus closed his eyes slowly, shook his head, and sighed. “Don’t beat yourself up, babe. We’re dogs. It’s our nature to conquer as many females as possible. It ensures our genes will live on.” I gazed into Augus’s tranquil eyes. “But, I was looking for a nice guy to settle down with.” Augus placed his hand on my arm. “You don’t buy shrimp at a steak house, and you don’t go to the dump looking for fine china.” “What are you saying?” I felt his tender touch and I folded my arms immediately. “I’m saying you put your trust in someone who’s not right for you in the first place. I’ve been watching you two for a long time. You’re a good woman. You don’t need the flighty type. You need a stable man who’s ready to settle down and start a family.” I propped my chin on my hand as he emphasized his point. “You know me so well.” “You say that as a joke, but I’m a pretty good judge of character. You’re a fantastic woman. Your dad is a minister. Your mom is a nurse, and you lived the typical, sheltered life. And if my calculations are correct, they had objections to Thomas living in your apartment. Correct me if I’m wrong.” “Wow. You’re right,” I replied, rolling the cold glass between my palms. Augus winked. “I know a sheltered lady when I see one. Thomas found you pretty, stable, and easy to manipulate.” My brows knitted in a frown. “Am I that transparent?” “Crystal clear, babe.” “I’m so embarrassed,” I admitted, looking at the sea of vacant tables. “Don’t be embarrassed, Tari. All I ever meet are women who think I have money to burn. When I can’t cater to their high-maintenance lifestyles, they leave.” I placed my hand on his arm. His shirt was damp to the touch. “But, Augus, you’re so adorable—and kind, and thoughtful.” “I try hard to treat everyone fair, but it’s gotten me nowhere.” “And you do treat everyone fair. You always make sure everyone is happy and comfortable.” Augus took a sip from his drink. “That does sound like me.” “So,” I sighed loudly, “what do you do for recreation?” “Well”—Augus contorted his face—“at night I go home and feed my tropical fish. Then, I make a sandwich, put in a load of clothes, and watch television.” “Boring, huh?” “Pretty much. Although, sometimes, I do go back home.” “Home.” I leaned my head to the side to show my interest. “Where is home?” “Home is a little farm six hundred miles from here. I was raised in the country.” “Farm? You’re breaking my heart. I thought you lived here all your life.” “No, I met Thomas in college.” He raised his brows and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “Quite a character.” “I was wondering how you two became friends, but I never took you for a farmer boy.” “Go ahead and laugh. Most people do. Irish Farmer Brown and French bar owner just don’t compute.” “That’s right, you are French and Irish.” “Shhh, don’t say it out loud. Everyone here thinks I’m black.” “Augus.” I slugged him playfully. “You are so wild! No one thinks you’re black.” “One woman swore I was biracial because of my reddish brown locks.” “You’re kidding? People ask me if I’m mixed with something too. I tell them, nope just a plain old African queen.”

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“It’s got to be those exotic eyes of yours. I always thought you had something extra in you. Hey, maybe you’re Irish, like me.” He lifted a handful of my reddish brown ringlets. “I guess it’s this long, reddish brown hair.” “You kidder. I’m as African American as everyone else. I’ve got my dad’s full lips, my mom’s slender nose, and my granny’s exotic eyes and hair. They said she was quite a looker in her day.” “If she was anything like you, she was breathtaking.” “Why thank you, Augus.” I cast him a sincere smile. “You know, I’d love to see your farm one day. Do your parents still live there?” “The answer to that is yes. They’re a lovely old pair and very supportive of my goals in life.” I glimpsed my watch. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” “Who? Oh, Thomas. I’m not sure.” Augus looked at his watch, got up, then went to the door. The rain was trickling. “Tari, his car is gone. Donya must have dropped him off while we were talking. I’m sorry, babe” “Dang! I’d better go. Thanks for everything.” I rushed past Augus while wondering what I would say to Thomas once I got home.

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Chapter Three Thomas pretended to be sound asleep when I got there. I walked over to the bed and folded my arms. “You must be kidding.” I poked at his stiff body. “I’m not a fool, Thomas. I saw you and Donya tonight.” Thomas sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. “Hey, baby girl,” he said groggily. “What time did you get home?” “Get out, Thomas.” I pulled the covers from the bed, exposing his jeans and muddy shoes. “Get out now.” Thomas tried to defend himself. “Baby, I didn’t do anything, I swear. Donya wanted me to hear some new group she’d heard in L.A. She said they were hot!” “I’m not buying it, Thomas. Get your stuff and get out.” “Okay. I’ll get out, but you’re wrong.” He got up from the bed, leaving mud stains on my best sheets. I shook my head, and a tear fell from my eye. Augus’s words came back to my memory. Thomas did think I was naïve—how dare he. Blinded by jealousy and mistrust, I rushed toward the kitchen and snatched a trash bag from under the sink. Afterward, I went to the bathroom and raked his toiletries off the vanity and tossed them into the bag. “My parents were right. You were just using me. You had no intentions of marrying me.” Anger driven, I ran to the dresser, opened the drawers, and yanked out Thomas’s clothes. Because the trash bag was handy, I stuffed the bag until it was full. While Thomas loomed over me, I tied the bag, and tossed it into the hallway. I wished he would hit me. I’d have a good reason to burn lead in his butt. Afterward, I retrieved another bag and filled it. CDs and personal items were stuffed into his suitcase and pitched into the hall. Finally, Thomas rushed out of my apartment, dodging blows and snatching up his expensive sneakers. He ran down the hall, leaving my apartment door wide open. I walked up to the door and slammed it hard, almost knocking it off the hinges. When all was quiet, my tears flowed like rain. Not because Thomas was gone, but because Augus was right. I wanted to trust someone so badly that I was as green as they came. **** That night, I pulled the soiled sheets from my bed, recalling my life since college. There was Torrence, Daylon, JaBarreon, Keithlon, and now Thomas. This pattern was absolutely not acceptable. Despite what they thought, I was not a whore, nor was I easy to bed. All of these guys had one thing in common—they had promised a contract of marriage. I wanted a loving husband and two rambunctious kids. They wanted to get rid of an itch in their shorts. This was the last time I would be used as a wastebasket, a commode, or a sperm depository. Tari was going to close her legs and padlock the coochie. Swallowing the key was a novel idea. The next guy would accept me on my own terms, and I meant that with every fiber of my being. If withholding my body would get me what I wanted, then I would wait for my wedding day. My goodies wouldn’t spoil. I was driven to find Mr. Right. Now, my motto was, “You can’t come up in here without a preacher.” Take it, or leave it—this girl was not giving in!

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Chapter Four Getting over Thomas was a slow recovery. After a month of moping around, I decided that it was time to get on with my life. After all, Thomas was seeing Donya, and it was obvious she was about four months’ pregnant. In my heart, our relationship was officially over. Whenever I picked up the newspaper, I searched for their wedding announcement, but found none. Nevertheless, I just had to get on with my life. Thomas was playing the proud papa role, so why should I sit around and be unhappy? Even if I was weak, I was still crafty enough to avoid places we had gone together, and that included The Underground. I missed the friends we’d made during the past fifteen months, but I’d just have to make new ones. **** Monday morning brought a pleasant surprise to my window at the hospital. I prepared my computer to receive data, reached for an insurance card, and looked right into Augus’s kind eyes. “I’m still your friend, babe,” he said, passing me his insurance card and license. “Augus! Hey! I’m still your friend, too. Sit down. What happened to your leg?” Augus shuffled in his seat. “Well, I was helping my dad feed the cows and backed into a pitch fork.” “Ouchie!” I cringed, looking down at his leg. “Is it pretty deep?” “Nah, but I think I need a tetanus shot.” He tugged at the snug bandage round his leg. “Okay, I’ll work you up, stat!” “Thanks. I’ve got pus around the site and it’s kinda red, a little purple, and it’s throbbing.” “Oh, your poor thing! Sounds like it’s infected. Why did you wait so long to come in, sweetie? I feel really bad about this.” Augus smiled. “Thanks. You know how men are. So, how’ve you been?” I typed his information as quickly as I could. “Well, I have good days and bad days. I’m getting on with my life.” “You know, I only backed into that pitch fork so I could see you again.” “Sure, you did,” I said, watching my screen. “And I’m Little Bo Peep.” I glanced upward and saw Augus wincing while he stroked his leg. “When was the last time you were admitted?” “About a month ago,” he said solemnly. “Really?” I paused and gave him my full attention. “Yeah.” He cocked his head to one side and eased back in his chair. “Someone walked out of my life a month ago, and the doctor said I had a broken heart.” “Oh, you’re teasing me.” I brushed a spiraled curl from my face and continued to key in information. “I thought you were serious.” “Why won’t you believe I really miss you?” he asked sluggishly. “Am I supposed to believe you’re just sitting around thinking about me?” Being careful not to strike the wrong key, I widened my eyes as we talked. “Believe what you want, Tari. The Underground just hasn’t been the same.” With lightning speed, I tapped the tabs key on my keyboard. “I’m sure you guys are doing well without me.” “How can I convince you that my place has lost its magic since you left?” “So are you saying that business is not good?” I picked up his license. “Is this address good?” “Yes—No, business is very good, but I would love to see you sitting at table three again.” Keeping my eyes on my screen, I replied, “No way, Augus. Too many memories.” “We could make some new ones,” he pleaded. 9

“Yeah,” I snapped, playfully. “I’m sure we could.” I hit the print key and my computer printed out his information. “Just let me make a copy of your license and insurance card, and then you’re ready.” I picked up my pen, placed an X on the pages, and slid them to Augus. “Just sign these.” When I got up and walked toward the copier, I saw that Augus was holding the pen in his left hand, but he was watching me. Being mindful of my clothing, I glanced downward. White blouse, check. Name tag, check. Cleavage, modest. Short, black skirt, adequate. Although I had long legs, I didn’t feel the skirt was too short. However, the booty did make the skirt. Dark hosiery and my favorite stilettos completed the hospital’s regulation dress code. Everything was perfect. So why was the expression on Augus’s face one of sheer pleasure? After I removed the copies, I returned to my desk and sat down. Then, Augus picked up the pen to sign the papers. “Augus.” I eyed him suspiciously. “You were watching me, weren’t you?” The dimples hardened in his bearded face, and his eyes narrowed into a blissful gleam. “I’m not going to deny that, babe. Everyone likes a nice view.” “Yeah, well your injured butt needs to sign those papers so the nurse can take you back.” I pointed to the X I’d made on the paper. “I’ll sign anything if it’ll get you to go out with me.” Twisting my mouth pensively, I replied, “Nah. No thanks—maybe some other time.” A nurse had brought a wheelchair for Augus and waited patiently. I clamped a hospital bracelet on his arm. He got into the chair, then made minor adjustments. The nurse standing behind the chair was an older Caucasian woman. Having heard most of the conversation, she gave me the thumbs-up behind Augus’s back, and winked. When Augus saw me looking over his head, he turned around and looked at the nurse. “What. I got a spider in my hair, or something?” As she wheeled him away, he called out, “Just think about it, okay.” Somehow, Augus’s teasing worried me. Yet, in some way, he seemed sincere. At any rate, he couldn’t be serious, or could he? For a moment, I entertained the notion of dating Augus. He was nicer than most men were. Plus, I loved the noncommittal ties of his company. His lips were simply edible and his eyes were sexy as hell. I guess I could see us on an outing together, but what if it was all a ploy to take me to bed? I would be devastated after I took my vow of celibacy. Thinking of Thomas, my stomach soured, and I dropped the whole idea.

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Chapter Five Three weeks later, I was shopping at the grocery store when I saw Augus rushing down an aisle. He seemed pretty healthy, so I guess his leg was healing properly. “Hi, Augus,” I called, pushing my cart in his direction. Augus seemed startled to hear my voice. He stopped walking until I caught up, then gave me a passionate hug. “My fondest wish has come true,” he said in his usually relaxed tone. “You’re standing right before me, and yet, I still missed you. One day, you’ll believe me, Tari.” Sounding as sympathetic as possible, I patted his back and crooned, “I’ve missed you too, sweetie. How’s your leg?” “Good as new.” He shifted his weight to his injured leg. “That’s great. Sooo,” I said nervously, “Thomas is still coming into the bar, I hear.” “Yeah, he is.” Augus leaned against his cart. “But it feels kinda strange.” “And why is that?” I asked, reaching for a box of cereal. “Well, first of all, Donya is so—not you, and I think Thomas feels I ratted him out.” I cast my eyes toward the floor. “That louse. What a shame. I’m so—sorry.” “Yeah, wella, it’s all good. Business is great, and I’m keeping busy.” “That’s good,” I replied wryly. “So, what’s cooking at the house of Tari—besides cereal, lemons, grapes, and tampons?” “Tampons,” I repeated, checking out my surroundings and blushing. “Just dieting, as usual. Gotta watch the size of this round booty.” Augus chuckled. “How ’bout dinner with me?” He eyed my shapely rear end. “We could talk about old times and work on the size of that round booty.” Upon hearing Augus’s invitation, I smiled. “Sure,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I never could resist a bearded redhead.” Pointing his finger at me, Augus teased, “Are you making fun of my carrot mop?” Placing my hand on my hip, I kidded, “It’s nothing a bottle of number three dye can’t fix. But I love you, though.” I puckered my lips and blew him a kiss. “Where should we go?” Stars seem to gleam in Augus’ eyes. “Let’s go upscale. You won’t see the usual crowd, and then we’ll have a little peace and quiet.” Shaking my head, I confessed, “I’m not really looking for solitude. I’ve had plenty of that. I want noise—and plenty of it.” Augus’ grin spread from ear to ear. “Well, noise it is. I’ll pick you up tonight at eight, okay?” “Sure. I’ll be ready.” **** Out in the parking lot, I waved a final farewell to Augus as he climbed into his SUV. During the drive home, I wanted to kick myself. How stupid could I be? Augus was okay on our turf, but how would others react even if we were having an innocent dinner? There was no doubt that I was getting nervous. Augus and I were the best of friends. I couldn’t picture being in his arms. There was no way I could imagine his musky scent as he snuggled close, or feel his breath on my ear while he whispered his most private fantasies. I just couldn’t dream of smiling while he placed his warm lips on mine. And how could I even visualize him moaning softly as our juices mingled and our lips swelled with desire? How dare I entertain the thought of Augus tenderly kissing my moist belly while I lay back and enjoy every minute? What kind of friend would I be if I let him nibble tenderly at the tips of my aching breasts and awaken the moisture in my famished core? And me, lips parted, sighing with delight? It would be 11

totally absurd to think of Augus perched above me, lowering his tight body on mine, our bare skin touching, sweating, my legs wrapped around his creamy back, his buns flexed, dimpled, and tense with need—the slow movements of his hips siphoning juices from my well while the dim light cast shadows across his sweet face. He’d toss his head, mouth agape, experiencing the beauty of a magnificent orgasm. Then me, lying beneath him, accepting his reward, my thighs tight, my rear taut, shoving my hips in rhythmic unison, teetering on the edge of—wait. I took a vow of celibacy. Was I crazy? What was happening to me? Augus was just a friend and nothing more. I rationalized, pulling into the parking place at my apartment. What could one little innocent dinner hurt? As I grabbed my groceries and walked up the stairs, I felt moisture spilling from my throbbing core, and I wondered, what was that all about?

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Chapter Six At eight o’clock, Augus was standing at my door. He was wearing jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black shirt. His long spirals were parted down the middle, and they bounced lightly from his shoulders. I pranced before him, showing off my slinky, champagne-colored dress. “You look edible in champagne,” he said, nodding his head. “Thank you, I think.” “I like you hair pinned up like that. It shows off your graceful neck and shoulders.” Kissing at his face, I groomed my hair. “Thank you again. You are such a sweetheart.” After I picked up my clutch, Augus caught me around the waist. “Get ready for the date of your life, babe. I have an evening planned that will make anything else look like child’s play.” “Oh, to what do I owe this honor?” I asked, turning out the lamp on the end table. “I’m trying to impress you, of course.” He lurched at his own humor. “You thought I did this just because you’re you?” Pulling my cape around my shoulders, I cringed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” “Oh, you’re ready, and I won’t disappoint you,” he said, smirking. “Really?” I stood in the hallway silently. “Really?” he said, locking, then closing the door. **** Augus was right. We danced at the futuristic hot spot, The Star Ship Venture. The crowd was wealthy, fresh and polite. The furnishings were futuristically modern, and totally upscale. Strobe lights of various colors spinning through the air added an intoxicating nuance to the dance floor. Drinks had unusual space-like names. They were colorful, and served in ultramodern glasses. On the dance floor, I had no idea Augus could move his body in that way. He always appeared so relaxed and nonchalant. However, I couldn’t help but notice that his movements were fluid and highly erotic. I must admit, he was an amazing dancer. Later, we had dinner at Fisherman’s Warf. The coconut battered shrimp was large and delicious. On the side of the plate, there was an exquisite pineapple dipping sauce. Right then, I knew I was in heaven. Seafood was my weakness, and Augus was the perfect gentlemen. He opened doors, opened bottles, and opened my heart. Our conversations were smooth and relaxing. Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t really know the real Augus—the Augus with feelings, desires, and goals. As Augus held his knife and fork, he wrestled with his large steak. He scowled at the effort it took to cut the tough meat. After placing a neat cube into his mouth, he chewed, then complained, “This meat is awful—taste, synthetic. If you want to know what a real steak should taste like, you should go home with me sometime. We have cows, horses, pigs . . .” “That’s right. You were raised on a farm.” “Yeah, and—bring it on, sista, I’ve heard all the jokes.” “You just don’t look like the type.” I blotted my lips. “Oh, and how does one look when they’re raised on a farm?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “A cowboy hat and boots, I guess.” “Oh,” Augus replied, chewing awkwardly. “Well, I’m just saying that most people think of farmers as cowboys. Wait, do you actually have cowboy boots?” “Several pair,” he said, attempting to swallow the tough meat. “This is a hoot.” I took a sip of my tea. “I never would have guessed it.”

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Augus placed his fork in his salad. “Right now, I’m feeling a little offended,” he teased and crunched on the crispy lettuce. Placing my fingers to my lips, I stifled my laughter. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but did you actually eat chickens right off the yard?” “Sometimes,” he said cautiously. “The meat has more flavor than the chemically grown chickens you buy in the store.” “What about hunting?” I held a baby carrot on the end of my fork. “Do you actually go hunting, too?” I must have hit a nerve. Excitement made his voice escalate, but he held the same lazy tone. “Yeah, deer season especially.” He added more dressing to his salad. “You actually eat animals that roam free in the woods?” I chewed my salad and grimaced. Augus circled his fork in the air as he talked. “Coon, squirrel, rabbit, and fish.” Drawing back defensively, I asked, “Come on. You aren’t going to tell me you’ve eaten a precious little squirrel?” “And ate their cute little brains with eggs for breakfast. Delicious.” “Ewww. TMI.” I pushed my plate aside. Augus shot me a look that said, get real. “What do you mean, too much information?” He picked up his knife to attack his steak once more. “If you had a plate of squirrel brains and eggs right now, you’d eat yourself into a coma.” I burst into laughter as I blotted my lips. “Coma is right. It’s a wonder you aren’t dead after eating stuff that hasn’t had its shots.” “You don’t know that,” he admonished, munching on the steak. “That might be true, but remind me never to kiss you.” Augus paused and stopped chewing. His expression became solemn. “I can’t promise you that,” he said quietly. “And why not?” I asked, folding my napkin, but still snickering. “Because.” His stare became serious as he sought my eyes. “It’s because—I was hoping you would.” “What?” I narrowed my eyes. “I can’t kiss you—you’re my friend.” Augus grew quiet and held his utensils. “Just a friend.” “Well…” Picking up my fork, I gazed nervously around the busy dining room. Augus grasped my hand. “Tari, don’t you understand by now? I want to be more than just your friend.” “Excuse me?” I pulled my hand from his grasp, put down my fork, then turned my palm in his direction. “I thought I heard you say something really—weird.” Pushing his plate aside, Augus’ voice took on grave undertones. “You heard me right. I said, I want to be more than just your friend.” “Augus, what are you saying?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders. “But, you’re—” “A white boy, a Caucasian, the man, snowman, white bread. What else would you like to call me, Tari? Whatever you want to call me, I still care for you deeply.” I should have felt flattered, but what I felt was utter confusion. “What I want to call you is crazy. Augus, you don’t know anything about me.” “Guess what? I know more than you think. I was the one who bought the birthday cake. Thomas had no idea it was your birthday. Yeah, he took all the credit. But so what? I didn’t care. That smile on your face was worth it.” Now, I was squirming. “That bum. Thank you, Augus.” I patted his hand gratefully. “What else do you know?”

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Augus sat back in his seat. As if deep in thought, he looked into my eyes. “I’m going to tell you all about yourself.” He laced his fingers and placed them on the table. “You’re a romantic Pisces. You graduated at the top of your class. You have a degree in business. You love coconut shrimp and hate celery.” Grinning, I admitted, “I do hate celery, now.” “Tari, what I’m trying to say is—I’ve watched you for months. I watched you wait for Thomas while that no good punk had sex in my back room every night. You deserved better.” ‘You knew he was a dog all along and didn’t tell me. Some friend you are.” I folded my arms and turned my face from him. “That’s just it. I didn’t want to see you hurt anymore. That’s what friends are for.” I narrowed my eyes, made a fist, and faced him squarely. “Well, this romantic Pisces is still pissed at you.” “Be mad at me. I can take it.” “You’re such a klutz. How can you expect me to feel the same way about you? I mean, I like you, but I don’t love you.” “That’s safe, Tari.” He folded his arms as if he were patiently waiting. “Take your time,” he whispered. “That’s what I’m talking about. Give a sista some air.” I absently fanned myself for symbolism. I shook my finger at him and scolded, “Don’t get any ideas. Tari has padlocked the coochie, so don’t come up in here trying to get in my goodie box. That’s my new motto,” I declared forcefully. Augus smiled, and shrugged. “I admire you for that—you’ve been scorned and you just want to be sure next time.” “More than sure, Augus. The next man will walk me down the aisle before I gap these legs, and I mean that!” “Whoa!” He held out his hand. “I get it. Don’t get so excited. I’ll honor your wishes. No goodie box, no coochie, no snatch. I understand.” At that point, I just gawked at Augus and shook my head. “I just need some air, okay?” “If you come home with me this weekend, I’ll give you all the air you need.” “Oh my God, you have got to be kidding. Me on a farm?” I started to relax. “It’ll be fun. It’s kinda cold out, but we could go for a walk in the woods if the weather holds up.” The dimples in his cheeks deepened as he smiled. Considering we were in a restaurant, I stifled a yell, “Have you lost your mind? I don’t want to go outside where there are bugs and skunks.” Augus reached for my hand. “Come on, do it for me. When we were at the club, you said you’d love to go to the farm.” “I was just being polite. I can’t get ready for this.” I shook my head and removed my hand from his grasp. “You’ll love it, I promise.” Out of the blue, I got a stroke of bravery. “You know what? I’m a good sport. I’ll do it.” “Atta girl,” Augus said, nodding. “I’ll have John close the bar on Saturday night. We’ll leave about two in the evening. You won’t regret this.” I curled my lip and smiled wryly. “Okay.”

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Chapter Seven On Saturday at three o’ clock, I found myself sitting beside Augus in his SUV. His taste in music was pleasant, and I loved eighties music. We sang, sipped on sodas, and ate snacks. As the city’s highway turned into a country road, my insides became knotted. Fresh air exchanged places with the smog of industry and I knew we were well on our way. Although I moved my lips to the music, my mind took flight, wondering about Augus’s parents. Would they receive me as a friend to Augus? And were they open to a possible interracial relationship? Augus held the clue, and hopefully, he would be honest. Reaching over, I turned down the music and Augus looked at me. “What’s on your mind, babe?” “Why did you ask me that?” I crossed my legs and cut my eyes at him. He turned his head, but kept his eyes on the road. “Just a feeling you wanted to talk.” “You know me so well,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. Augus smiled a half grin. “I thought you were thinking I might try to challenge your commitment—you know, no goodie box, no coochie, no snatch.” I hit him hard on the arm, and he winced. “No, I was wondering about your parents, you idiot. Do they know I’m coming home with you?” Augus nodded. “Yeah. I sent a text to my dad.” “What I’m saying is—do they know I’m black, Augus?” “Yeah. I told them you had a deeper tan than mine.” He continued to look at the road. “Augus! Do they know I’m an African American?” “In your famous words—ouchie! I was just kidding you, babe. My parents are fine with you. In their eyes, people are people. It would be different if you were a horse or a pigeon.” “You’re trying to assure me right now, but when I get there, I’ll bet it’s a different story.” “Tell you what.” Augus extended his palm toward me. “I’ll make a bet with you.” Using his hands to gesture, he let go of the steering wheel. “If you don’t feel comfortable with my parents, we can leave immediately. Is that a deal? Look at me, Tari.” “Deal.” I inhaled and gazed at Augus as instructed. “I’ll give you a signal, okay?” “All right, if you say you don’t feel well, I’ll know you don’t feel comfortable, and then we can leave.” “Okay. I’ll hold my head and stomach at the same time.” “Got it. But, it won’t be necessary, babe. My parents are real Christians. You have to actually hurt them for them not to like you, and even then”—he glanced at the road—“they forgive. Do you understand what I’m saying? It’s not like you’re a dog or a cat. You’re in the human species category.” He smiled, showing me the hard dimple along his bearded face. “Relax.” “Yeah.” I leaned back in my seat and faced the road. I trusted Augus because I had no other choice. These were his parents and his turf. **** My concerns turned amorous when I gazed out the window. Thoughts of going behind the barn with Augus germinated in my mind. Although the wintery air was crisp, I could almost feel him slamming me hard against the rough boards, kissing me until my juices ran down my leg, then hoisting my thigh around his hips and getting busy. Just the thought made the tips of my breasts harden against my sweater. I placed my hands on my thighs and stroked them with a firm, rhythmic motion. Then, I raised my lower back, thrust my hips forward and exhaled a quivering breath. Augus seemed to sense my tension. If he only knew what I was thinking, he would pull over immediately and get this all over with. 16

“What’s the matter, babe? Is it getting hot in here? You’re starting to perspire.” I wiped the sweat forming on my forehead with the back on my hand. Taking two fingers, I grasped the sweater, and pulled it from my warm body. “It is getting a little moist—I mean, hot in here.” Beyond a doubt, I needed to put my thoughts in check. A long row of barbed wire fence lined the dusty road and cows grazed peacefully inside a pasture. However, Augus seemed lost in thought and didn’t give me a guide’s explanation of my surroundings. The cows chewed their cud and closed their eyes lazily as we drove by. I had never been that close to a cow and was astonished by their massive heads. New calves bounced about the field as if they had springs hidden in their hind legs. I smirked, keeping my excitement under wraps. Just ahead, and surrounded by an open field, stood a wood-frame, two-story farm house. A large barn, complete with a loft and a pig’s pen, sat in a field surrounded by cows. Closer to the house and on the side of the barn, white chickens pecked the grounds. A large pond wrapped around the rear of the house and cows drank their fill. Two old hound dogs bayed at the SUV as we drove toward the house. “Oh my God, Augus. This is a real farm. I thought you were kidding.” Augus parked in the driveway, smiled, and turned off the key. “This is where it all started.” He flung open his door and leaped out. The hounds immediately greeted him with wagging tails and muddy feet. Much like in the movies, I expected his parents to come busting through the screened door to greet us. Cracking my door, I turned sideways but remained seated. “Are your parents here?” Augus scratched behind his dog’s ear. “The truck is gone. I guess they’re in town. Come on, we’ll make ourselves comfortable.” Within minutes, Augus had unloaded the SUV and we stood at the front door. “Do you have a key?” “Of course, babe. This is my home.” He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Sorry,” I said, helping with the luggage.

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Chapter Eight Once inside, we stepped backwards in time. Although the house was modern, the decor was early American country. There was a large, wood grained table with cushions tied to wooden seats, a pantry with canned goods, kerosene lamps, and a huge refrigerator. “What are the lamps for?” “Just in case,” Augus said, placing the luggage on the floor. “We have a lot of storms that wipe out the power.” Soon, we walked upstairs and Augus stood at the door of a small room. “You’ll sleep here. We’re too late to go walking, and it’s much too cold out.” “I’m so sorry,” I teased. “I really wanted to go hiking in the cold, damp woods.” “You’ll get your chance.” He snickered. “Oh.” I stroked the lush, pink bedspread and admired a rustic lamp perched on a quaint, little dresser. Augus relaxed as I walked past him, holding my overnight case. “I’m really glad you came.” “Sure.” I placed the luggage on the bed and opened it. He leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms. “I need to talk to you about something.” I was hoping to freshen up a bit, but stopped. Taking in the glazed expression on his face, I asked, “Do you have something on your mind, sweetie? What’s going on?” The sound of barking dogs made me look out of the window. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “What’s going on is you, Tari.” Pointing to myself, I repeated, “Me?” Augus shuffled his feet and his gaze met the floor. “I need to tell you something.” “You already told me you bought the birthday cake.” “But, I need to tell you a little more than that.” “Okay.” I nodded, holding my toothbrush. Augus walked over to me, took the toothbrush, and placed it back in the case. Then he methodically placed them on the bed. “Tari.” He sighed and closed his eyes. Taking my hand, he said, “I met you over a year ago. And during that year, I’ve grown to know you pretty well. I guess when I saw Thomas messing over you, I realized how special you are. You said you wanted to know the truth, so I’m going to tell you.” Augus exhaled. “Donya was not the first.” I knitted my brows and frowned. “And I need to know this right now?” “No, I’m trying to be perfectly honest with you. The first time Thomas . . .” “First time?” “Don’t be naïve.” He reached out and squeezed my hand. “If I don’t tell you how I feel now, I’m afraid I’ll lose the nerve.” “I’m sorry. Go ahead.” I sat down on the foot of the bed, and Augus sat beside me. “Tari, I couldn’t wait for you to come in each night. Truthfully, I only let Thomas play at my bar because I knew you’d be there. After a few nights of Thomas’s unexpected sexual encounters, I was going to throw him and his band out.” He paused. “But, they were good, and kept a crowd coming in. The truth is that Thomas had little respect for you, and I’d tolerated his BS long enough. I learned to shoot down his white boy jokes, but the real perk was seeing your smile each night.” “Were you out of your mind? Did Thomas have any idea you wanted to be near me?” “Babe, Thomas treated you like dirt.” He threw up his hands. “I’m just going to be honest. Thomas was using you. He’d brag about how he had you under his thumb.” “That can’t be true, can it?” I cried. “I’m afraid so, Tari. He didn’t love you. It was all a ploy to use you until he made it big.” “What are you saying, Augus?” “I’m saying that Thomas didn’t need to work because you took good care of him. Unfortunately, so did Donya, and many others.” 18

“Are you trying to make yourself look good in my eyes? If so, it isn’t working?” “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Augus held his head down. “I do believe you. On occasions, I got a few anonymous phone calls about Thomas’ behavior. I had an idea he was messing around. But I felt, if I gave Thomas everything he needed, he’d eventually realize he loved me.” “I hate to say this, but that was not a wise thing to do.” He reached out and tugged a curl hanging along my face. “I know that now. But I was so lonely. Thomas gave me something to look forward to each night.” “Well, I’m glad you finally caught Thomas, although I played no part in that. Each night I’d promise myself that if I were Thomas, I’d treat you so much better.” “And you did, Augus. I’m amazed by the kindness you’ve shown me.” I placed my hand atop his as he stroked my cheek. “Believe me, you deserve more. Don’t cry over spilt milk, babe. He’s not worth your tears. I have something for you, but I’ll give it to you later.” “Really? When is later?” My eyes became wide with anticipation. Augus’ tongue swept across his bottom lip. “May I kiss you?” Almost blushing, I consented with a sweep of my lashes. “Mom and Dad aren’t here, and it’s time for chores to get finished.” He looked at his watch. “Wonder where they are?” The dogs barked insistently as a dark blue truck drove up. Augus peered out the window. “They’re here. Come on.” With few steps, Augus vaulted downstairs with me in tow. When the front door opened, his parents stood in the entranceway, and they were both white as sheets. Augus’s voice rang out in a frightful tone. “Dad, what happened?” Unlike Augus, his father was slightly overweight with thinning silver hair and rugged, sun damaged skin. He walked inside the house holding a white prescription bag. Around his left arm, there was a sling. “Ah, it’s just a bad sprain, son.” Mrs. Batiste was also overweight. Her medium-length red hair was mingled with streaks of gray, and her hair was parted on the side. Immediately, I noticed her piercing green eyes and pale skin. She removed her husband’s blue sweater and exposed his sprained arm. From the sound of her voice, there was no doubt she was Irish. “Thought he was Superman, he did. Jumped off the tractor and sprained that arm.” She walked toward me with outstretched arms. “You must be Torry.” Augus grinned, folded his arms, and took a step backward. “It’s Tari, and yes, I am.” Augus’s eyes narrowed as he grinned. “I’m sorry. You know how cell phones are. It’s easy to get things messed up.” “I understand,” I replied, making sure my eyes seemed friendly. Mr. Batiste walked toward his chair. “Son, you’re just in time to help with the chores.” Augus picked up a letter that was sitting atop an upright piano. His eyes swept over the address, and then he opened it. “No problem, Dad,” he said absently, glancing over the letter. “It won’t take long. Tari could help.” “I can?” I asked, swallowing hard. “Sure.” He put down the letter, then snatched me by the arm. Within seconds, he led me to the kitchen. “Come on. Chores go quickly when two people work together.” Turning toward the backdoor, he called, “Mom, is the slop on the porch?” “Slop,” I whispered with a slight grimace. His mother walked toward the kitchen and opened the back door. “It’s in the bucket, as usual, Auggie. Nothing’s been moved.”

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Chapter Nine Augus grabbed the five gallon bucket of stench and stepped off the back porch, headed for the pig’s pen. “Let’s go!” Taking two fingers, I held my nose. “It smells like a backed up dishwasher.” Augus chuckled. “I’ve smelled worse. You might want to change your shoes.” “My shoes?” Augus pointed to a pair of old rubber boots sitting on the back porch. “Those are Mom’s boots. I think they’ll fit you.” “My mom would never believe this,” I said firmly. “This bucket is full, and it’s heavy so hurry.” He gnashed his teeth and pulled his weight to one side. “Put it down,” I called. “It might take a minute.” The second the bucket touched the ground, the hounds ran playfully around it. Augus waved his hands, and kicked and yelled for them to get back. I changed my shoes, placed them on the porch, then bolted down the steps to help with the bucket. “I’m good,” Augus said, picking up the bucket and straining under the weight. It had been raining and the ground was cold and mushy. When I looked behind, I saw my tracks in the mud. As we moved closer to the pig’s pen, the stench was incredible! Walking around in their own feces were one large hog and two piglets. Their feet were filthy up to their bellies. Smelly black mud clung to their wiggling tails and smacking snouts. “That is the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed,” I declared, pinching my nose. Suddenly, Augus picked up the stinking mess and dashed it into the hog’s wooden trough. The pigs ran squealing toward the trough, stepping inside their food with dirty feet. They made grunting sounds as they smacked their lips with noisy grunts and shrill squeals. We watched for a moment and Augus seemed pleased. “I remember when those pigs were born. Look how large they are now. Pretty soon, they’ll be bacon.” “Ewww,” I cried, still holding my nose and breathing from my mouth. “Who would want to eat something so disgusting?” “You,” he replied, mocking my declaration. Next, we walked up a small ramp and went into the henhouse to gather eggs. It was dark, and a totally new flavor of sickening stench. “There is no air inside this building whatsoever.” “It’s a henhouse. Did you think this was a room at the Hyatt?” “Beyond a doubt, I’m going to vomit.” I held my quivering stomach, wanting to run back to the security of the warm house with arms flailing. However, I couldn’t let Augus know I was squeamish about being in the tight confines of the hen’s house. Using a steady hand, Augus pushed his way under a hen. “Steady girl.” She leaped off the nest with sharp shrills of violation, and Augus turned his face from the commotion. With flapping wings and tightly drawn claws, chickens flew in all directions as if someone had intentionally tossed them into the air. The floor was wet with urine, slick, and covered with chicken litter and feathers. While feathers wafted toward the messy floor, I lost my footing. “Augus, I’m going to fall.” My feet did a crazy dance under my weight and I caught Augus’s elbow from the rear. “Tari! You’ve got to be careful. You could break your arm out here.” Immediately, he clutched my arm to secure my footing. Cowering behind Augus, I admitted my fear. “Do they bite—peck, I mean?” In my mind, the chickens would attack, pecking out my eyes and scratching my face with their clawlike feet.

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“Of course they will, especially if you’re wearing a pink sweater!” Augus got a kick out of my squeals and mocked me unmercifully. “Here, hold these.” He gave me three of the six eggs. “Augus, I swear, I’m not eating another egg, especially one that’s still warm. Eeww.” Once outside, we placed the eggs in a basket and prepared to feed the chickens. I watched while Augus tossed corn feed to the ground. The fowl tripped over each other as they ran about our feet in a squawking frenzy. I placed my hands in the feed and tossed a few grains. Of course, I threw the feed across the yard and away from my personal space. Augus chuckled loudly. Apparently that gesture was hilarious. He absently kissed me on the lips. After we got into an old truck, Augus delivered a few hay bales and a salt block to the cows. They were huge, and walked right up to us. Augus said they were just getting acquainted with my scent, but I doubted I’d be back. Soon, we were finished with the chores. I picked up the basket of eggs as we walked back toward the house. Like a Norman Rockwell painting, smoke billowed from the chimney. Augus stopped for a moment. “Looks like Dad has a fire going.” “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” I reached out and caught Augus by the hand. He seemed pleasantly surprised, and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go.”

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Chapter Ten When we reached the house, the kitchen was alive with the delicious aroma of cooking food. I stood at the door while Augus rushed over and removed the top from a large, bubbling pot. “What’s for dinner?” he called out, picking up a large spoon to stir in the pot. From the living room, Mrs. Batiste yelled, “Augus Batiste, you’d better be putting that top back on that pot. We’re making chili.” “Chili.” He beamed. “Cool. Tari, you’ll love Mom’s deer chili.” I pulled my lips together as if someone was trying to force a spoon between them at that very moment. “Deer chili, yummy.” “Mom makes the best ever.” He took the eggs and placed them on the table. Mrs. Batiste walked back into the kitchen. She had started a large bowl of cornbread. “When are you going to shave off that red beard, Auggie? I just hate it, you know. You look like a hippy from the seventies.” “Mom. I keep it trimmed. Plus, the ladies like it.” He looked at me and gave his beard a stroke. Although Mr. Batiste was sitting before the fire in the living room, he removed his pipe and spoke up. “I was wearing a beard just like that when I met you.” “Oh hush,” she said, shaking her wooden spoon. “And I made you shave it off, I did.” Augus tossed me a pleading look. “Save me, Tari. You like my beard, right?” “Ye—yes, sure. That’s the only Auggie I know,” I said, mimicking his mother and grinning. “Well, I don’t like it,” his mother said, pouring the mixture into a greased baking pan. She placed it in the oven, then dusted her hands on her apron. “I want you to look at this and tell me if Auggie looks better with a beard, or not.” Although Augus objected, she walked out of the room and immediately returned with a framed five by seven snapshot of Augus. She gave the photograph to me. I gawked at the picture, noticing that Augus was quite handsome without a beard. His lips were shapely and very sexy. Being mildly turned on, I licked my lips in response. My thoughts, at that point, were not kosher. A passionate embrace with Augus at the helm ran through my mind. Though Mrs. Batiste was still talking, the room became still as I remembered the day we’d become friends. At that point, I’d never imagined us together. That evening, we had deer chili for dinner. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Because I needed to think, I retired early. Augus’s loving glances were getting under my skin in the worst way. My heart raced whenever he was near and I knew I was falling in love with him. This was the feeling that usually led to the sheets, then down the aisle to heartache. Although, our meeting was unusual, and Augus seemed to care about my feelings, I didn’t know if I could trust him with my heart. Therefore, my commitment to celibacy was also meeting the supreme challenge. **** It was nine o’clock when I went upstairs to take a hot bath. The tub had four feet and stood about six inches off the floor. Truthfully, I was afraid a mouse would run from beneath. Other than that, I tried to relax. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and then there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Tari, are you okay?” “Yes,” I called out, wringing the soap from my washcloth. “Well, okay. There’s going to be a thunderstorm tonight. The lights might go out, okay?” “Oh, okay. I’ll be all right.” “If you need me, I’ll be right across the hall, okay?” “Oh, okay. Thanks.” 22

There was the sound of a door closing, then there was silence. Just the sound of his voice and my body started a metamorphosis. Although my hips were covered by warm, soapy water, I noticed visible signs of arousal. My breasts had swollen, my nipples stood erect. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. Augus would be sleeping across the hall from me. This was going to be a long night. **** Later that night, the terrifying sound of thunder shook the two-story frame. Outside my window, loose shutters banged noisily against the house. A fine mist of rain parted the curtains and blew onto my bed through a small crack in the window. At this point, I didn’t want to sleep in a damp bed, so I weighed my options. Before I could gather my wits, another earth-shattering blast made my body quicken. My room became bright as day when lightning shot across the night sky. Within seconds, turbulent thunder vibrated a violent symphony, causing items on the dresser to tremble in the aftermath. After letting out a shrill cry, I jumped from the bed and ran across the hallway. Because my body was trembling uncontrollably, I didn’t bother to knock on Augus’s door. At that moment, proper etiquette escaped me. It would seem I leaped straight into his bed. Embarrassment made me cringe when I found him sound asleep. How could he sleep when it seemed judgment day was upon us? Augus sat up in bed while I trembled by his side. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked on the winds of a yawn. “Are you scared?” He kissed my moist forehead. “Come on. I’ll take care of you.” He pulled the covers over my shoulders and cradled me against his warm body. Because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I saw that his chest was just as I had pictured it. As if he was uncomfortable with my position, Augus pulled me to his chest, placed my head against his skin, and stroked my hair. “Babe, babe,” he whispered. “I told you there was a storm coming through.” My brows knitted a frown, and I looked up into Augus’s bearded face. “Yes, you did. But you forgot to tell me that my room leaks.” With a nonchalant tone, Augus admitted, “It does have a crack in the window. Hail damage from the last storm. I’m sorry about that. I guess I thought Dad had repaired it.” After a straining yawn, he placed one arm behind his head and stroked my shoulders with the other. “I guess I can thank the thunder for finally getting you in bed with me.” I smiled sweetly and ran my fingers over his dense chest hair. “You’d do anything to get me in bed, huh?” “Sure,” he said, closing his eyes tightly. “I ordered that storm right on time. I needed you in my bed, so I asked the elements to assist me.” Because I found that statement very romantic, I wriggled close, closed my eyes, and exhaled. Within seconds, my heart rate slowed to a steady beat, and within minutes, it matched his. “You’re good at calming a person down.” Augus moaned, and replied, “I do have a way with animals.” I glared at him while lightning illuminated the room. “You’d better watch your mouth, you dizzy redhead.” Augus opened one eye and peered at me. “Oh, so we’re calling each other names, huh?” I took my fist and slugged him playfully in the gut. “That’s for being such a smart-ass.” Augus winced and doubled in pain. “You’re pretty strong for a weak woman.” He reached for my fist and, rolling onto his side, faced me. For a moment, something magical passed between us. Augus became still and silent. His face took on a worried expression. “What’s wrong?” I asked, searching his eyes in the dimness of the room. Suddenly, his brows furrowed and he cast his gaze toward the door.

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“It’s just that I want to kiss you, and I’m afraid that if I do, you’ll think all I want is sex.” Holding me face to face, he repeated my commitment. “Remember, no goodie box, no coochie, and no snatch, right?” “That is right” “Well, can I at least kiss you? I mean, really kiss you?” “I don’t know, Augus. That could be dangerous.” Why was I trying to be coy when I knew I wanted to feel his lips on mine? “If it feels dangerous, I’ll stop, babe. I promise.” Without further conversation, he placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled my lips toward his. When our lips were close, I felt the heat of his mouth near mine. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. Suddenly, our lips brushed awkwardly and I retreated. After I saw the passion in his eyes, our lips brushed again, only this time, with purpose. Augus took his hands and gently cupped my face. His breathing grew labored as he studied the fullness of my mouth. With his thumb, he stroked my lips, and he kissed my forehead. He grasped a fist full of hair as our lips firmly attached. I noticed that his breath was as pure as an infant’s. What had he been hiding from me? Passion spilled from our lips as we churned in his embrace. My stomach filled with butterflies. After sliding his warm hand under my top, Augus bombarded my body with silky caresses. Anticipating his next move, my core throbbed gently and rhythmically. His kisses flooded me with need, and I wanted to pull away. How could a kiss wield so much power? Augus gently inched his hand inside my pajamas and ran it along the contours of my hips. Seeking my sweetness, he moved his hand to embrace my rear, and I felt creamy. With a gentle sweeping motion, he parted my legs. When I received his touch, he smiled. Augus drew moans of pleasure, and I closed my eyes tightly. As if I had no control, my insides turned over like a fish in the ocean. In the back of my love-starved mind, I had to hold on to my commitment. Honoring the promise I made to my famished body, I had to shut down the fire. Augus expelled a gentle moan, and placed his lips on mine. As he pulled away he whispered, “We won’t do this. We’ve got to honor your commitment.” He put his hand inside his pajamas and pushed at his swollen member, moving it from the wells of my body. “You’re telling me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have absolutely no self-control.” “Let me help you control yourself,” he whispered, his breathing ragged. “But how?” “I’ll show you.” Augus took his hands, placed me on my back, then stroked me till I released my inhibitions.

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Chapter Eleven The next day, I was tormented by the unfair torture I had inflicted upon Augus. Although I enjoyed the ride home, I was stricken by guilt. Augus wanted to make love to me as much as I wanted to make love to him. That fact was obvious. While I gazed out the window, I asked myself over and over why I allowed him to pleasure me while I totally ignored his discomfort. “Augus,” I finally said, turning to face him, “about last night.” A half smile encouraged his dimples. “I could tell you had something on your mind.” I smiled sweetly. “Mmm, yeah. About last night.” “Think nothing of it,” he whispered, turning into a gas station. Reaching out, I caught him by the arm. “Come on, you wanted to make love too. We both did.” Augus nodded. “I did want to make love to you. I wanted to make you see stars and I wanted the earth to shatter beneath the passion. But”—he shrugged—“you made a commitment and I intend to help you keep it.” Turning my eyes toward the window, I admitted, “Yeah, but I got off and you didn’t.” Augus perked up. His eyes danced with acknowledgement. “But, I did, babe. I experienced the perfect orgasm, inside my mind.” “Wow.” I sighed. “You really are special, you know?” “So are you.” He chuckled as he swung open the door. “You’re going to make someone a lucky woman, you know?” “Yeah, and I hope that woman is you.”

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Chapter Twelve As time passed, Augus warmed me up to the idea of going back to The Underground. I really did miss the place and felt that a quick visit couldn’t hurt anyone. After all, Thomas had moved on and I was perfectly satisfied to give Augus a chance in my life. Every night, Augus called and begged me to come by the bar. However, something in my heart would not allow it. When he insisted, my emotions shut down and I became quiet. Within a few months, Augus gained and earned my trust. I lay in bed, pondering the many things that signaled he was more than the average man. At his expense, my car was taken to the garage and scheduled for regular maintenance. This maintenance also included a wash and a wax. Augus showed me that my mode of transportation was important to him. When I rolled over on my side, I visualized Augus under my kitchen sink. He had replaced my garbage disposal, although the job was clearly not his, and furthermore, he cleaned up the mess afterward. Turning on my back, I made myself comfortable. I recalled that what impressed me the most was that, once a week, Augus cooked dinner just for me. Truly, this man had my best interests at heart. No one asked him to buy groceries, cook the meal, and then clean my kitchen. He was an excellent cook, and while sitting at the table, I devoured numerous popular Irish dishes. Although Augus never cooked for himself, it was obvious his joy was pleasing me, and please me, he did. Each night, he’d make sure I was secure before he went home, and even though he didn’t push the issue of my celibacy, I knew passions burned red hot between us. On occasions, we would lie on the sofa in each other’s arms and watch movies. Obviously, by lying prone, I was testing his stamina. Periodically, he would move me over, take his hand, and push against the bulge in his jeans. There were several times when he’d asked me to get completely up, and then he’d reach for his keys, kiss me good night, and go home. Yes, Augus was a gentleman, and once again, he’d asked for my presence at The Underground. After all he had done for me, surely I could honor his wishes, although my gut told me to stay clear. **** One night, I pinned my hair up, put on Augus’s favorite dress, slid on my sexy stilettos, and found myself standing in the foyer of The Underground. I searched for signs of Augus as I peered around the bar. When my eyes fell upon his familiar face, I felt a sense of relief. He walked toward me just as I remembered. Like always, he was wearing his customary short, black apron, which now had “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” pins plastered over it. It was obvious that some women had used these items as a ploy to steal kisses from my newly intended guy. When Augus was near, I pursed my lips to stifle my laughter. “What’s this all about?” I asked, fingering one of the pins. For the first time, I saw that Augus had become speechless. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Tari.” He displayed his palms in defense. “Some girls thought this was funny, so they pinned me during St. Patrick’s Day. Hey! I told you to stick around. You could have blocked all of that action.” I pretended to be angry. “Action. Yeah, right. I’ll bet they all had blonde hair and blue eyes.” “Well, not exactly. One was actually Hispanic, and the other was a Native American.” “Why, you liar.” I folded my arms. “They were not!” Augus shrugged. “They’re here now.” He pointed to a booth where two drunken women winked at him and beckoned him to come over.

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Although I pretended to be jealous, I knew Augus had a job to do. I had watched him handle himself with the ladies and I knew he was a stone cold gentleman. “Handle your business,” I said, pushing him toward the table. “You give up on me so easily. Why don’t you fight for me sometimes?” “Augus, I’m crazy, not stupid. Those women would tear me apart, break a nail, and cry all the way to jail. No, sir. This is your baby. You rock it.” Finally, Augus seated me, then left my side. “I’ll be right back,” he said, turning his attention toward the agitated women. “Wait,” I called. “Will Thomas be here tonight?” “I’m not sure, babe. He comes in when he wants to. I’ve got all the business I can handle right now. I don’t have time to worry about him.” “You do have balls, huh?” “I don’t know, you tell me.” He turned toward the rowdy pair. “I’d better go. The sheep are in the meadow, and the cows are in the corn.” “Everything is outta whack, huh?” “Precisely. But I’ll be back as quick as I can.” He pointed to his new waitress. “Vanessa will take your order. Get whatever you’d like.” “Thanks.” Vanessa walked over to the table. She was also a redhead, fairly pretty, and built nicely. I sized her up as competition. Finally, she stood over my table, her cheeks loaded with rubbery chewing gum. “You must be Tari,” she said and popped her gum. “I’ve heard a lot about you, girlfriend. My name is Vanessa, and I’m the new head waitress.” I looked at her feet, legs, and then, lastly, her face. “I hope you’ve heard good things about me.” “Oh, sure. You used to date Thomas. Don’t worry about him coming around. He stays pretty drunk these days.” “Really?” I said, unsure of the true meaning behind her statement. “Are we talking about the same Thomas? The one who has the band?” “Yeah, sure,” she said through her gum popping. “Stays high all the time. His music really sucks.” “You’re kidding me.” Vanessa shifted her weight to one foot, fingered her hair, then looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. “No.” “So you’re saying he doesn’t play well anymore?” “Nah, and most of the guys have quit anyway. They’re pretty sick of his shit, too.” “His shit,” I repeated with hesitation. “Yeah.” She turned without taking my order and walked away. I couldn’t help but snicker. This was the best Augus could do when hiring a waitress? “Oh, Vanessa. You forgot to take my order.” “I know what you want,” she replied, nodding. Frowning, I asked carefully, “And what do I want, Vanessa?” She cocked her head to one side as if annoyed. “A cherry Coke with extra cherries.” Upon those words, she threw me a look and walked away. “Well,” I whispered, “what an attitude.” Suddenly, a commotion drew my attention. I turned toward the doorway, and there he was. Thomas was staggering into the bar, pushing people aside as he plowed his way through the entrance. “Oh my god. There he is.” I tried to cover my face, and then I turned my back toward the door by facing the stage. Vanessa was right. He was unkempt, unshaven, and extremely high. Cason was one of Augus friends. He held Thomas at bay while he attempted to push past his large frame. 27

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Chapter Thirteen Once home, I slipped into my pajama bottoms and a tank top. Then, I curled up on the sofa and stuffed my face with food Augus had prepared the night before. His yeast rolls were still soft, light, and paradise for my palate. Taking my fork, I pushed the asparagus aside and forked over my garlic potatoes. Who was I kidding? I loved his food, and I loved him, too. My mind was filled with unanswered questions. Did I really want Augus, and was I ready to move on with my life? Was it pride, or was I simply too embarrassed to face the truth? My heart told me I was in love, and this time, it was real. There was no sex, which gave us time to really know each other. Our kisses often left us frustrated. Therefore, we agreed to make our smooches short and sweet. Augus had proved that he was the one for me, so why was I being such a witch about my true feelings? I was sitting on the sofa when Augus called. I didn’t pick up the phone, and I didn’t answer my cell either. Why was I making Augus pay for Thomas’s mistakes? The phone rang again, and I knew Augus would not give up. I put my plate on the coffee table, slipped my hand under a pillow, and slammed it over the phone. My life was a mess, and I needed time to think. In my heart, I wanted to rescue Thomas. He needed my help more than ever. Although he’d torn a hole in our relationship, I still had a soft spot for him. How could I just turn my back on him when he needed me the most? There was a sharp knock on the door. and I knew it was Augus. As I got off the sofa, I felt my legs weaken and I knew I couldn’t face him. Suddenly, he called loudly, “Tari. Open the door. We need to talk, babe.” I was silent, although Augus knew I was home. Wringing my hands, I peered through the peephole. My heart when out to him when I saw the anguish on his face. He was wearing dark shades and stroked his forehead as he paced in the hallway. He knocked on the door again. “I know you’re hurt, babe. Open the door so we can talk. Please.” During the time we had been dating, Augus had hardly showed anger. Now, his emotions were near the surface and almost foreign to me. “I had Thomas arrested,” he yelled loudly. “Tari, let me in. I don’t want to broadcast to the entire building.” He shoved his hands in his trousers and walked away from the door. I placed my hand on the handle and unlocked the door. “Come in,” I said nastily, running my fingers through my hair. “So, you had Thomas arrested?” I repeated, walking away from the door. Augus stepped in front of me and cut off my path to the sofa. “You need to hear me out.” His voice was urgent and I stopped in my tracks. “Babe.” He exhaled and gazed around the room. “I didn’t want to call the cops, but when you left, Thomas became angry. He swung at me and, well . . .” He paused. “I was trying to defend myself.” “Augus Batiste! You hit a drunken man?” “No, I didn’t, babe.” He extended his palms. “But he got me pretty good.” Augus reached up and lowered his shades to reveal a black eye. Then, I noticed the reddish bruise on the side of his mouth. His lip had obviously been busted. I gently pressed my fingers to his cheek, feeling for broken bones. “Oh my god, Augus. I’m so sorry.” I caught him by the arm and sat him on the sofa. “What happened?” Augus pursed his lips and fresh blood filled the corner of his mouth. “It’s wasn’t that bad. Let’s just say, I ran into his fist a few times.” Stroking his back, I added, “And I was feeling sorry for him.” Augus reached in his pocket and pulled out a blood soaked napkin, and then he blotted his mouth. “Tari, Thomas is seasoned by the street. Time has left a mark on him. He doesn’t know how to love a woman. When he said I let his meal ticket get away, he took a swing at me. That was something I didn’t expect from Thomas. And you know me. I don’t fight people who’ve had too much to drink.”

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Shaking my head, I repeated Augus statement. “He had the nerve to call me a-a meal ticket?” The words fell from my lips like acid. Augus folded the napkin and continued to blot his lip. “All the time, babe. All the time.” I closed my eyes and grew silent. “That’s all I ever was to him. Just a meal ticket—a free ride until he found someone better.” Augus shrugged. “I didn’t want you to know. If I’d told you myself, you would have thought I was trying to get in your pants. I rather you found out for yourself.” “Do we need to go to the hospital?” I asked, giving him a box of tissues. “Babe, it’s just a barroom brawl. It happens.” Augus threw up his hand. “It just happens sometimes.” Augus turned sideways on the sofa and leaned against the armrest. “Tari, I knew you had home fires burning for Thomas. I never wanted to walk in his shadow. So, I was trying to give you time to heal. Although, you never believed how much I loved you. I tried to show you in so many ways.” He held one finger in the air. “I honored your no sex request.” Two fingers went up. “I saw to it that you were well taken care of.” Three fingers went up. “Number three, I made sure that your surroundings were comfortable. In my mind, you should never want for anything.” Augus placed his hands on my shoulders and gently shook me. “Don’t you understand, babe? I love you, and I want to walk down the damn aisle with you. I want you to become Mrs. Tari Batiste.” Augus looked around the room as if searching for something. “Where is it? Hell, I’ll sign your damn marriage contract! I don’t care.” A solemn expression rested upon my face. “You’ve been drinking, right? I mean, you’re obviously out of your mind.” I tried to stand up, but Augus pulled me back to a seated position. “No, Tari. I haven’t been drinking. I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you. And, I guess I almost waited too long. I didn’t mean for Thomas to bring us together. I guess it was my fault that he did.” Frowning, I brushed aside a stray curl. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying I’ve done everything in my power to show you how much I love you. Somehow, you’ve made up your mind that it’s all a big joke. You never took me seriously. From the first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you. Then, when I saw what Thomas was doing to you, well—I couldn’t deal with it. Now, regardless of what you believe, I didn’t stick myself with a pitch fork just to be near you, but right now, you’re sticking a pitch fork deep in my soul.” “I don’t understand,” I admitted, shaking my head. “Tari! Listen to me, babe. I love you. I want to marry you. There is nothing difficult about what I’m asking.” He reached out to hold my hand. “Now, all you need to say is, ‘Augus I’ll think about it,’ or ‘Augus, get the hell out.” He pointed toward the door. “Either way, I couldn’t hurt any worse. Now, what will it be?” After snatching my hands from his, I stroked my flushed cheeks. “I don’t know?” I screamed. “I just don’t know.” Augus became silent, his expression cold and unfeeling, and then he stood up. “You know what? I have feelings too. I’ve been a patient man. I’ve let you cry on my shoulder and pine away for Thomas long enough. At this point, I’ve had enough.” Augus walked briskly toward the door. “I’m outta here. Obviously, I’ve wasted my precious time.” Why couldn’t I say anything? Within seconds, Augus walked out the door, and then there was silence. I hung my head, walked toward the sofa, and flung a throw pillow at the door. Was I truly being selfish? Was I really taking advantage of a good man? After all, Augus had shown me nothing but kindness. And he was right. He’d held me many nights while I cried about Thomas’s behavior toward me. I was treating Augus like a good friend when it was obvious that he loved me deeply.

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Understanding my true feelings, I reached for the phone. Yes, I was treating Augus just like Thomas had treated me. I was taking his kindness for granted as if he’d always be there. There was no doubt in my mind that I had to make things right between us. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. What could I say to heal the hurt? Would the right words eventually come?

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Chapter Fourteen Two years later, I sat in an upscale restaurant, my stomach quivering nervously. Thomas sat before me, holding my hands. The soft light of a candle flickered between us. Looking deep into my eyes he, whispered, “After two years, you’re still glowing. You made the right choice, Tari.” He proudly fingered the large diamond on my wedding band. “I can tell by the sparkle in your eyes that you’re happy. I almost made a bad mistake.” He gently squeezed my hand. “How could I ever forgive Augus for going behind my back? You know”—he absently shook his head—“I never thought white bread had the balls to date you. But he taught me a lesson I’ll never forget.” I removed my hands from his grasp and picked up my menu. “What could he possibly teach a player like you?” Thomas paused, and his eyes tapered slightly. “He taught me how to appreciate a good woman.” I blushed and took a sip of my water. “Really. I guess he was a great teacher.” Thomas grinned. “I fondly remember joking that he wouldn’t know what to do with that much booty. Who would have thought he’d challenge me?” A gentle smile played across my lips. “I’m just glad everything worked out all right.” “Yeah, me too.” He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What are you going to have? The sky is the limit. You can have anything you’d like. Nothing is too good for the woman I love.” He reached across the table and caressed my face with the back of his hand. “You’re sweet, Thomas.” Suddenly, I saw Augus walking toward the table. He was dressed in a suit and tie. “Here he comes now.” “Hey, Thomas! Are you taking good care of my chocolate bunny?” Thomas stood up and extended his hand. “Somehow, that line sounds vaguely familiar.” Augus laughed. “How are you doing, man?” He placed his hand in Thomas’s and shook it firmly. “It’s been a few years since I’ve seen you.” “Yeah,” He nodded. “Been working hard. Been in rehab—trying to start over.” “You look great, man. You working here now?” “Yeah—yeah, been here ‘bout nine months now. It don’t pay much, but it keeps a roof over my head.” Gazing upwards, I looked into Augus’s beaming face. “Thomas has offered to pay for our anniversary dinner.” Augus seemed surprised. His grin matched Thomas’. “Really, bro. You don’t have to do that.” Thomas placed his hands on his chest. “Man, I want to do it. Just seeing you two together warms my heart. Tari is a good woman, and she deserves a good man. You’re the best.” A young man appeared and tapped Thomas on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but you’re needed in the kitchen, sir.” Thomas held up a finger. “I’ll be right there.” Looking down at Tari, he said, “I’m going to cook you guys the best anniversary dinner ever. Have whatever you like, honest. I’ll be proud to prepare it.” I tugged at my earlobes and looked at Augus. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down. “What the hell, man. Surprise us.” The End

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TuÉâà à{x Tâà{ÉÜ Empress LaBlaque is a connoisseur of fine romance. Her love for writing romance dates back to high school where her studies took a back seat to her writing. As punishment for her lack of attention, the teacher pulled her forward and demanded that she read her paper. He admitted that her story was good but sent her to the office anyway. Here’s to you, Mr. English, and thanks.