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reached out and pulled a protesting Cami into his arms and placed his hand over her mouth.
    “That’s not exactly how the conversation went.”
    “Really?”
    Cami protested from behind his hand, causing him to tighten his grip on her. “Yes, and if someone wants to watch television tonight, then someone might want to stop sharing private conversations with other people.” As he’d hoped, his words did what his hand could not. It silenced his niece, once and for all. When he was sure his secrets were safe, he removed his hand and his hold on Cami, allowing the grinning girl to step away from him. “Now, before any more of my secrets are spilled, I’m going to go get in the shower and wash away my manly funk.”
    “Feel free to take your time,” Tisha teased. “I’m sure Cami and I can keep each other company with girl talk.”
    “Lord, I hope not.” With his shattered dignity surrounding him like a cloak of darkness, Jonah turned and headed out of the room. Before he could step past the entryway, Tisha called out his name. He glanced over his shoulder at her and said, “Yes?”
    “Just for the record. I don’t think you’re a jerk. Not anymore at least.”
    Really? Deciding to take advantage of the opening, he asked, “Then you’ll go out with me Saturday night?”
    Tisha blinked in surprise and then smiled. “Sure, I’d love to. But first, let’s do lunch.”
    “I’ll shower and be back in fifteen.”
    “Sounds like a date.”
    From jerk to date. Things were looking up for sure.

Chapter Four
     
    “You’re not really going to wear that, are you?” questioned Nance as she shot down the fourth dress in less than five minutes. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Tisha had a) invited her for this little impromptu high-school-like gathering or b) gave a rat’s ass about the other woman’s opinion.
    Nance being Nance didn’t let either of those reasons stop her from sharing her unwanted opinion. “I think you should pick something else.”
    Exasperated and tired of the pathetic selection of clothes hanging in her closet, Tisha pulled the emerald, off-the-shoulder tunic dresses from the hanger, intent on wearing it whether her self-appointed fashion critique liked it or not. Jonah was supposed to be at her house in less than twenty minutes and she still needed to do her hair and makeup.
    “Are you even listening to me?”
    It was hard not to. “No, but that’s never stopped you from talking before.”
    “And it’s not going to stop me now.” Nance stuck her tongue out as she plumped up one of Tisha’s pillows then tucked it behind her back, propping her up on the bed.
    “Comfy?” Tisha asked, sarcasm dripping off her words like a leaky faucet.
    “Very. Now let’s get on with the get on.”
    Tisha snorted in lieu of a reply. Nance was a firecracker and she never had an opinion she didn’t feel free to express. If Tisha didn’t love the loud-mouthed Latino so much, she would have killed her ages ago. “Don’t you have something better you could be doing?” Her words were muffled by the dress she was pulling over her head, but she was sure her point was made loud and clear. Then again, she was talking about Nance here. When her head popped clear of the dress, she spoke again. “I’m a big girl, mommy. I can get ready for my date all by myself.”
    “Really? I wasn’t sure you would remember how.”
    Rolling her eyes, Tisha turned back to the closet and took out a pair of black leggings.
    “Leggings.” Nance gasped. “Who the hell do you think you are, Lindsey Lohan? Put those back. No, burn them.”
    “That’s it.” Tisha turned back to her lounging friend and tossed the leggings at her, hitting Nance square in the face. “Get out of my house. No, don’t just get out. Stay out and give me back my key.”
    “Then I’d have no one to bug.”
    “That’s the plan.”
    “I’m beginning to get the feeling you don’t want my help.”
    “You’re just now getting that feeling?