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to baggage claim. Enjoy your ‘me time’ until later.”
    “Talk to you then. Hey, that’s Wesley on the other line. Enjoy your day, and I am glad you had a safe trip. Love you.”
    I paused and waited for Kelvin to reciprocate.
    “Love you, too.”
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    “Hey Wesley.”
    “Good morning, Trevor. I got your message from Camille earlier.”
    “Ok, great. Did you get in touch with Mr. Millington?”
    “Yes. Actually, I did. You landed the account, man.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I joked, my voice filled with excitement.
    “No, I wouldn’t kid about something like that. He raved about the ideas you presented. Mr. Millington, who for whatever reason insists that we call him Curtis, decided a second meeting wasn’t necessary.”
    “Man! That’s awesome.”
    I brought the wine glass to my head. When I placed it on the countertop, it was empty.
    “I informed him you were not in the office today, and that I would relay the message to you. Of course, h e wanted to congratulate you personally. ”
    “So, I should expect a call?” I questioned.
    “No. You’re having dinner with him and his wife on Wednesday at five. His secretary will call you with the details tomorrow. I hope you don’t have anything planned.”
    My first thought was to share the news with Kelvin; however, if I waited until later, we would at least have something other than our separation to talk about. I thought about how much time I had devoted to the idea of working for the Millingtons.
    “Are you there, man?” Wesley interrupted. “Listen. Congratulations! Don’t forget, we have to celebrate as well.”
    “Thanks, Wes. I got you.”
    “Cool. Enjoy your day off. See you tomorrow.”
    When I ended the conversation with Wesley, my phone indicated a missed call from Denise. I was so lost in the excitement that I didn’t hear the phone beep. 
    You have one new message. First new message: Trevor this is Denise. Brandon is making reservations for us at Le Petit Poisson for one p.m. If I don’t hear from you by twelve thirty, I will assume that you did not get this message. Love you .
     

     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    AS MUCH AS YOU ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING
    Belinda
     
     
    We had been planning our Caribbean escape for about six months, and as the day drew closer, we became overwhelmed with excitement.  The Parrot Cay Resort in the Turks and Caicos Islands was stunning stunningly beautiful. The waters were sapphire-blue, the services were faultless, and bodies were tanned better than any that could have been bought at a day spa, or gotten on basking in the sun on a beach in south Miami. The men, too, were exotic, with equally perfect tans and gym bodies. I couldn’t buy, but there was nothing wrong with window shopping . There was definitely no harm in looking at these men who had no problem parading their stuff, and I took pleasure in doing just that.
    We took advantage of our trip  all expenses included. We partied all night, slept most of the day, and drank whenever we could. The weather had been perfect since we arrived. The one night of rain lasted less than twenty minutes. It came in the middle of the night, and the next morning, the sun came out like clockwork.
    We were looking forward to our getaway, and none of us wanted it to end. When we got an unexpected phone call about Ingrid’s father’s hospitalization, we were saddened both by his sudden illness and the abrupt end to our fun-filled plans. Three days on the islands was such a tease.  
    Shayna, Julie, Ingrid, and I returned from our girlfriends’ retreat a few days earlier than our itinerary suggested. Ingrid’s father was taken to the hospital to undergo triple bypass surgery. Since the girls and I were vacationing together, we decided to return together to show our support. We could have stayed, only it would h ave been difficult to enjoy ou r vacation days not knowing what awaited our return. Plus it wouldn’t be as fun withone of us