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all these years I see you as my brother. You, Claude, and Mason. When are you going to give up and stop trying?”
    Torino shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. “I see your ego has grown with age, huh?”
    Sequoia put her arm through the tiny round silver handles of her handbag and leaned into Torino as she slid it up over her shoulder. “And so has your big head if you think I’ve waited this long to find Mr. Right to start playing cat and mouse with you, Torino. Especially with you. Lord knows you’ve got enough mice running around up in here.”
    “Hey, Sequoia,” said Kyle Brewer. He was Torino’s running buddy, the spitting image of Derek Jeter, light eyes and all. Kyle was a fireman and he’d met Torino years ago when they both interviewed for a position with the department. Torino did not get the gig. “You’re looking mighty good tonight.”
    She stood up straight. “Can it, Kyle. By the way, thanks for putting my name on the list, Torino. See you later.” Sequoia switched away with extras.
    Sequoia was easy on the eyes. Sexy as hell, she was built like a brick house, sort of sturdy and curvy-firm like Serena Williams. Her brown hair was a long and curly weave, but it looked natural. She had a way of accenting her nutmeg skin with just the right amount of makeup to make her look like a movie star, even though her profession was running her aging mother’s travel agency.
    Torino’s eyes were glued to her very being. “That will be the last time her stank ass comes up in here trippin’ like she’s Janet Jackson.”
    “You must admit she looks real screw-licious though, dude,” Kyle said, sharing the glance.
    Torino broke his stare. “There are a lot of other fine women in here who deserve more attention than her spoiled attitude.” Torino shifted his focus back to his work. “By the way, can you help me out by getting the VIP guest list from the doorman and taking a copy of it to the VIP bouncer?”
    “I’m on it, Tito.” Kyle chuckled.
    “Tito? Oh, now see. You’re trying to get kicked out of here, right?”
    “Just messin’ with you, dude. Hey, where’s Colette? Is she coming in tonight?”
    “I don’t know. Why you worried? Just help me out.” Torino raised the antenna of his two-way radio.
    “I’m on it. A nigga’ got eyes,” Kyle admitted.
    “Eye yourself right on out the front door and don’t look back if you’re gonna start verbalizing about my lady. You can keep that to yourself.”
    “Okay, calm down. I’m on my way to get the list.” Kyle took a step and paused. “Hey, you know what
VIP
stands for, don’t you? Very important pussy, right?”
    Torino walked away as he replied. “You are one horny brotha, Kyle. I’ll check you later.” He spoke into his radio. “Where are the VIP wristbands, man? Get them to the front door now.”
    Later that evening at home, Mason began to disrobe to the warmth of the bedroom fireplace as Mercedes sat on the end of their brass bed atop a white chinchilla comforter with gold brocade pillows.
    “So, baby, I didn’t want to worry you but Mamma fell a couple of days ago,” Mercedes said, scrolling through her calendar for the week.
    Mason froze in between stepping out of his trousers. “What was she trying to do?”
    “She was just trying to get into bed, or so she said. She’s fine though. You’d be so proud of Star the way she handled her grandma. Watching them together is a sight for sore eyes.”
    He resumed disrobing. “They are quite a pair. Mom seemed fine earlier today.”
    “Yes, because she was happy that you were back. Whoever you are.”
    “Now come on, she knows I’m her son.”
    “I’m not so sure,” Mercedes said, turning to answer the cordless phone. “Hello? Hey, girl. How was your evening out?” She whispered to Mason. “It’s Sequoia. She went to Foreplay.” She returned her focus to her call. “You had fun, huh?”
    Sequoia talked loud from her mobile as usual. “No love