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made everyone look nice.
We entered the room just as Nina stepped on stage. As soon as she got through the first verse, I knew I was going to have one of my ‘I want a man to call my own for the rest of my life’ moments. Her sultry voice enthralled everyone in the place.
Traxx urged me forward past the journalists and other guests towards the VIP area. I sank down into the small booth. A waiter magically appeared with a glass of champagne. I sipped the bubbly and then let out a sneeze.
“Bless you.”
I turned towards Traxx and wanted to crawl under the table. I had been staring at the stage and forgotten he was there. I glanced around the room and felt better to see that 90 percent of the men in the place had forgotten to close their mouths.
Nina was one blessed sista. Not only was she beautiful, but girlfriend could sing like nobody’s business. My eyes caught one man who seemed to be mesmerized by her performance. He hadn’t even bothered to take a drink and his date had long since started tossing back martinis one after another.
Rena arrived about halfway through the performance. I glanced up in time to see her briefly greet Traxx, then slide in next to me. She’d changed into a chocolate-colored cocktail dress.
“How’s my girl doing?” she whispered.
“Need you ask? Nina’s going to have the critics eating out of the palm of her hand while everybody and their mother runs out to pick up a copy of her CD.”
“Did you see her?” Rena asked a moment later.
“Who?” I questioned.
“At the bar on the left. Gold slinky dress, sitting next to the basketball player.” Rena pointed before getting up and heading back towards the crowd that had gathered near the stage.
I turned and looked towards the bar. The sound of Nina’s singing receded. My eyes locked on the face of a woman I’d never forget. Sherrie. Instead of facing the stage, she looked back towards our booth. Her eyes darted from Traxx to me and then back to Traxx. Recognition. I watched as she smiled and lifted her glass in a mock salute before turning back to the well-dressed man at her side.
“Want to dance?” came the deep voice at my side.
I turned to look at Traxx. He had gone silent since Rena left the table. Too many memories were whispering in my mind, taking me back.
“Sure.” I stood and took his outstretched hand while checking the urge to turn and look into the faces of the people I knew were staring.
We joined the other couples on the dance floor. He put his arm politely around the small of my back and I placed my hand on his shoulder. You’re dancing with the choirboy. I kept that image in my mind.
“Leah, can I ask you a question?”
I drew back to look at Traxx. “Sure.”
I was happy for the distraction. I wanted to close my eyes. No matter where I looked I saw stares, measuring eyes and whispers. Maybe an actress, up and coming singer, artist, or family friend. The truth would have everyone laughing. Just a woman without stars in her eyes.
“How does someone get to know Rena better?”
Very smooth. The last man who tried date my cousin asked me how he could “get” Rena, as if she were something you could order off a MacDonald’s menu.
“What have you tried?” I questioned.
Traxx looked over my shoulder. I saw his jaw tighten.
I hurriedly explained, “I only ask because I can tell you what won’t work better than what will.”
He didn’t say a word, just kept dancing. “I asked her out to dinner.” The reluctant admission seemed to loosen him up.
“Okay.”
“Three times,” he sighed.
“Oh…”
“Is she playing hard to get or something?”
I shook my head. “Rena doesn’t play games.”
“If you say so.” He sounded unconvinced.
I leaned over to look towards the backstage door. Rena was standing next to the well-known DJ. Then I glanced up at Traxx and caught a glimpse of longing in his eyes as he stared at my cousin. The polite Texan had half his heart sitting right under
We entered the room just as Nina stepped on stage. As soon as she got through the first verse, I knew I was going to have one of my ‘I want a man to call my own for the rest of my life’ moments. Her sultry voice enthralled everyone in the place.
Traxx urged me forward past the journalists and other guests towards the VIP area. I sank down into the small booth. A waiter magically appeared with a glass of champagne. I sipped the bubbly and then let out a sneeze.
“Bless you.”
I turned towards Traxx and wanted to crawl under the table. I had been staring at the stage and forgotten he was there. I glanced around the room and felt better to see that 90 percent of the men in the place had forgotten to close their mouths.
Nina was one blessed sista. Not only was she beautiful, but girlfriend could sing like nobody’s business. My eyes caught one man who seemed to be mesmerized by her performance. He hadn’t even bothered to take a drink and his date had long since started tossing back martinis one after another.
Rena arrived about halfway through the performance. I glanced up in time to see her briefly greet Traxx, then slide in next to me. She’d changed into a chocolate-colored cocktail dress.
“How’s my girl doing?” she whispered.
“Need you ask? Nina’s going to have the critics eating out of the palm of her hand while everybody and their mother runs out to pick up a copy of her CD.”
“Did you see her?” Rena asked a moment later.
“Who?” I questioned.
“At the bar on the left. Gold slinky dress, sitting next to the basketball player.” Rena pointed before getting up and heading back towards the crowd that had gathered near the stage.
I turned and looked towards the bar. The sound of Nina’s singing receded. My eyes locked on the face of a woman I’d never forget. Sherrie. Instead of facing the stage, she looked back towards our booth. Her eyes darted from Traxx to me and then back to Traxx. Recognition. I watched as she smiled and lifted her glass in a mock salute before turning back to the well-dressed man at her side.
“Want to dance?” came the deep voice at my side.
I turned to look at Traxx. He had gone silent since Rena left the table. Too many memories were whispering in my mind, taking me back.
“Sure.” I stood and took his outstretched hand while checking the urge to turn and look into the faces of the people I knew were staring.
We joined the other couples on the dance floor. He put his arm politely around the small of my back and I placed my hand on his shoulder. You’re dancing with the choirboy. I kept that image in my mind.
“Leah, can I ask you a question?”
I drew back to look at Traxx. “Sure.”
I was happy for the distraction. I wanted to close my eyes. No matter where I looked I saw stares, measuring eyes and whispers. Maybe an actress, up and coming singer, artist, or family friend. The truth would have everyone laughing. Just a woman without stars in her eyes.
“How does someone get to know Rena better?”
Very smooth. The last man who tried date my cousin asked me how he could “get” Rena, as if she were something you could order off a MacDonald’s menu.
“What have you tried?” I questioned.
Traxx looked over my shoulder. I saw his jaw tighten.
I hurriedly explained, “I only ask because I can tell you what won’t work better than what will.”
He didn’t say a word, just kept dancing. “I asked her out to dinner.” The reluctant admission seemed to loosen him up.
“Okay.”
“Three times,” he sighed.
“Oh…”
“Is she playing hard to get or something?”
I shook my head. “Rena doesn’t play games.”
“If you say so.” He sounded unconvinced.
I leaned over to look towards the backstage door. Rena was standing next to the well-known DJ. Then I glanced up at Traxx and caught a glimpse of longing in his eyes as he stared at my cousin. The polite Texan had half his heart sitting right under
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