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much work around here.”
    â€œYou always say that.”
    â€œThat’s because it’s always true. Maybe next year.”
    Martina clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I’m telling you, you need to go away so you can get your groove back.”
    â€œPlease. You know what happened to the last sistah that did that. She got played.”
    â€œTrue. True. But what about—”
    â€œYou know, Martina. I just need to take a break right now.”
    â€œA break? Girl, you haven’t had sex in two years. If you break any longer you’re going to forget what to do with a good stiff dick.”
    â€œMartina!”
    â€œWhat? I’m just keeping it real. Don’t you miss it?”
    â€œHell, yeah, I miss it. Damn, I was just minutes away from jumping that shoe-sniffing freak the other night. But there’s got to be a better way of going about doing this.” Jalila turned in her chair and stared out of her office window. “Finding love shouldn’t be this difficult.”
    â€œSays who?”
    Jalila didn’t have an answer. She just knew that she was tired of club-hopping, online dating and speed dating. After a long silence she stood up from her desk and said, “I’d better get back out on the floor. There’s somebody out there waiting to see me.”
    Martina took pity on her solemn expression. “Chin up, girl. We’re going to find you a husband one day.”
    â€œYeah. Maybe.”
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    Keenan struggled to move his face. It felt like a block of concrete had cemented everything in place. Is this normal? He reached up from beneath his smock to try to touch his face but his hand was quickly smacked away.
    â€œNo. Don’t touch,” his clinician, Fantasia, warned. “You just have a couple more minutes and then we will wash it off.”
    Wash it off or chisel it off?
    Reclining in a large leather chair, Keenan tilted his head toward the mirror on the wall to get a good look at himself. The mint-colored goo made him look like something out of one of his favorite old horror movies. Thank God that nobody he knew could see him right now.
    â€œIf you could just close your eyes, I can put these chilled cucumbers in place.”
    Cucumbers?
    â€œNow these little babies are just going to do wonders for the tiny lines under your eyes.”
    Lines? I don’t have any lines under my eyes.
    Instead of arguing, he allowed Fantasia to place the cold vegetable slices on his eyes. He sighed. It did kinda feel pretty good.
    â€œSo. What is it that you do?” Fantasia asked.
    Keenan licked his lips and tried to talk, but it was difficult given that he could hardly move his face. “I’m a television producer.”
    â€œCome again?”
    â€œTelevision producer,” he tried again, this time kicking up the volume.
    â€œOooh. Reeeally?” Fantasia’s voice spiked with interest. “You know I used to do a little acting.”
    Keenan was grateful that cucumber masked his eye-rolling at the standard response people gave him.
    â€œMy high-school theater teacher used to tell me that I was a natural,” she added.
    â€œIs that right?” How much longer did he have to sit like this?
    â€œI can even cry on demand.” Keenan bobbed his head, though his patience was starting to thin.
    The soft clicking of high heels caught his attention. When it was clear that they were heading his way, his heart sped up in anticipation. He started to reach up and remove the cucumber slices, but stopped, fearing another smack on the hand.
    â€œMr. Armstrong?”
    Recognizing Jalila’s lyrical voice, Keenan tried to smile. He sat up in the chair and risked the abuse of Fantasia by removing the cucumbers.
    Jalila smiled and offered her hand. “Hello.”
    Keenan had thought he was prepared for Jalila’s beauty, but he quickly found out that he was dead wrong. Her glowing skin and plump lips had him