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Wil?”
    “Yeah, I’m aw’ight,” I replied, not believing it myself.
    “Who?”
    “Whadda ya mean, who?”
    “Who did he try to kill?”
    “He didn’t try to kill anybody, Di. The cops got him on a mistaken identity. I’m gonna take the day off Monday and go down to the courthouse to see what’s going on.”
    “Did anyone speak to Lisa yet? She must be going out of her mind.” Diane picked up the phone.
    “She’s aw’ight.” I gestured for her to hang up the phone. “Allen and I stopped over there before I came home. She’s the only one who’s spoken to Kyle, and that was by phone. You should let her get some sleep.”
    “Okay, but I’m gonna give her a call in the morning.”
    I nodded my approval, then stood up. Diane looked over my shoulder.
    “Is he asleep?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You know he looks just like you.” She kissed me.
    “Yeah, but he has your eyes.” I smiled.
    “Why don’t you put him to bed then come back and put your other baby to bed?”
    “Now that’ll work.”
    I carried Teddy into his room and placed him in his crib, turning on the baby monitor.
    “Good night, little man. I love you.” I looked down at my son, then up toward the ceiling. “Thank you, God, for Teddy and Diane. And please look out for my boy Kyle.”
    When I walked back into the bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised. Diane was lying on the bed, wearing a sexy silk nightgown. I had to stop and admire the contrast between her very light skin and the red material that rested softly along her full-figured curves. With her long, soft black hair shimmering in the dim light, she took my breath away. Diane was a big woman, but hell, I was a big man. So what did I need with a small woman? As I told my boys when we were growing up, “Ain’t nothin no small woman can do for me but introduce me to her big friend.”
    “You know I love you, don’t you?” I asked my beautiful wife.
    “Yes, I do Wil.”
    I lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She kissed me passionately. I could feel the fullness of her breasts rub up against me, and when she kissed my neck, I let out a soft moan.
    “Make love to me, Wil,” she whispered. I slid out of my T-shirt, and flexed my muscles with a smile. I’d gained a few pounds over the years, but I was still in pretty good shape for a big man. Sliding my pants off in one motion, I gently crawled onto the bed beside my very pregnant wife.
    “You okay?” I asked before entering her.
    “Yeah, just put it in,” she whispered passionately.
    Just as I did what she had asked, the phone rang.
    “Don’t answer it,” Diane said. “Let the machine get it. I just want you to make love to me.”
    Beep!
    “Sorry to call your place so late, guys. This is Kenya.”
    I rolled over and grabbed up the phone. “Hold on, Kenya.”
    It took me a few seconds to turn the machine off and think of a good lie. I knew exactly why she was calling. Jay hadn’t made it home yet and probably wouldn’t be home for quite some time.
    “Hey, what’s up, Kenya?” I tried to sound natural.
    “Have you seen Jay? I been trying to reach him on his cell phone for an hour.”
    “Uh, yeah ...” I hesitated for a moment. “We was hangin’ out at the Roadhouse earlier. But he left with some brother who was interested in buying his bike.”
    “Good. I can’t stand that damn motorcycle,” she said with an attitude.
    “Look, Kenya, I’d love to talk, but Di and I were kinda gettin’ into somethin’, if you know what I mean.”
    “Oh, I am soooo sorry, Wil.”
    “It’s all right.”
    “Tell me somethin’, Wil. Do you think Jay would cheat on me?” There was silence on the line. I think Kenya suspected what I already knew. Jay had been cheating on her for years.
    “I don’t know, Kenya. Do you have any reason to believe he would?”
    “Look, Wil, I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
    “Bye, Kenya.” I sighed, hanging up the phone. I could hear the