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I wag my finger at her.

“Nice try. You won’t convince me to attend the wedding by telling me that. He’s just another reason not to show up. He has no idea I know his friends. And trust me, we won’t like it when he finds out.”

Sighing, she crosses her arms over her chest and thoughtfully looks at me.

A rush of blood warms my cheeks.

“You still didn’t tell me how you knew he wasn’t in love with his wife?” I say.

“For one, he divorced her.”

“Him divorcing her had nothing to do with Rain.”

“How do you know? Maybe he had an epiphany. Maybe he’d reached a point where his marriage was no longer enough. He slept around quite a bit. I’m sure Rain wasn’t the only call girl he had fucked.”

“You’ve made your point, Miss Lawyer. At the same time, you destroyed the idea of him being appealing enough for me to show up.”

She waves me off.

“I’ve had enough of your excuses. Do whatever you want to do.”

“Seriously now?”

“Seriously.”

The corners of my lips pull down.

She forgets what she just said and continues.

“Look, it’s a wedding. The place is beautiful. The weather will be nice. Maybe we’ll make small talk with other people. Maybe we won’t. They will be so busy with the wedding––and I mean Thea, Dahlia, Rain, and their men––that no one will pay attention to us. It’s a big party.”

“It is. Although Thea said that she wanted something small.”

“Thea wanted a lot of things that turned out to be different and better. She’ll have her hands full with the ceremony and the twins. We’ll get lost on their beautiful property and just enjoy ourselves. That’s it. Does that make you feel any better?”

I think about it for a second.

“Maybe… Yes, it does.”

She shoots her hands up.

“Finally. We’ve made some progress. I need to go now.”

She grabs her phone, moves out of her seat, and paces around her place.

“One more thing,” I say, picking up my phone. “Why do you think David Moore has been off limits all this time?”

She stops and stares at me.

“You said no one could hook up with him,” I murmur.

“Frankly, I don’t know. But I’ll make an ignorant guess here,” she says, setting herself in motion again. “Men who like call girls as much as he does have nothing to offer to a real woman. And he is cognizant enough of that fact to stay away from that type of situation. On the other hand, why would he want to hook up with someone for good? He probably has all his needs met. The man was married. If he wanted something else, like family and kids, he would’ve picked the right woman for that. I’m sure he had plenty of options. So whatever he has going on in his life right now must be ideal for him. Has that answered your question?” she asks, heading to her walk-in closet.

“Yes, it has.”

“Good. Bye.”

With that, we end the call.

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