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mother were shocked to learn Jazzmyne had a master’s degree in social work.
    “My husband almost broke my collarbone and fractured one of my ribs. I know you’re confused, but it’s more commonplace than most folk can imagine. Working in a profession is no guarantee you won’t be the victim.”
    Jada looked at her watch. Only three hours left before Wellington would call. She didn’t want to appear self-centered. A ray of sunshine peeped through the clouds.
    “I promised God if He allowed me to recover, I’d renew the lease on the life He’d given me. I’m glad the Lord opened my eyes. I was putting my husband before all of us. I loved Franklin more than life itself or so I thought until he tried to kill me.”
    The beam of sunshine disappeared. Jada’s feet ached from the three-inch heels. With two and a half hours left she had to take control. Jada and Ruby paid for Jazzmyne and her children to spend two weeks in a hotel. They promised to take the family shopping and help Jazzmyne get back on her feet. Jazzmyne agreed to meet with Pastor Tellings on Wednesday. Before leaving the frontdesk, Jada noticed the last name on Jazzmyne’s registration was Jones.
    Jada made it home in record time. The meditation and prayer helped her unwind. When she finished, the digital clock read six o’clock. Jada reflected on how Wellington had kissed her hand after the show. She waited. Eight o’clock. No call. She watched reruns of
In the House
and
Fresh Prince.
At ten o’clock she watched the news. She double-checked for an interrupted dial tone but it was flat. The lampshade on her nightstand dimmed with each touch. One. Two. Three. Surrounded by darkness and silence, Jada wept.

Chapter 4
    W ellington picked up his cordless and dialed Jada’s number. He stepped onto the deck outside his bedroom. Below, the Friday morning sunrays glistened atop the water in the pool. Two weeks had passed since he’d promised to call. He dipped his finger into the maple syrup that flowed over his pancakes and sucked it off. His enthusiasm about marriage didn’t match hers. Typically, he dismissed women that dropped hints or spoke in code about having a husband or kids. But Jada intrigued him. Wellington smiled. Jada answered on the first ring.
    “Good morning, my Nubian Queen. How are you?”
    “Who is this?”
    “Wellington Jones.” The dial tone indicated she might have been pissed. He hit the redial button.
    “Hello! “Jada answered.
    “You know, I deserved that. Please don’t hang up again.
Mmm.
These hotcakes are delicious.” He hoped the sound of his voice would turn her on.” Do you like surprises?”
    “Yes, but not yours. Look, why don’t you stop playing games.” Jada’s frustration lingered.
    “Diamond. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks thinking about you. I apologize for not calling sooner.”
    “I don’t know if I want to accept your apology. I’ve got to go to work. Good-bye, Mr. Jones.”
    Wellington could tell she wasn’t going to make it easy. He sat up in his lounge chair and placed his plate on the tinted rectangular-shaped glass table.” Wait! Don’t leave! Let me pick you up at noon.”
    “Pick me up?” Jada paused.” And?”
    Wellington removed his cerulean Versace robe and laid it across the chair.” If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise. But I will tell you this much. Pack enough clothes for the weekend. And you need to bring and leave something.” Wellington hoped at a minimum he’d piqued her curiosity. No woman had ever refused his all-expenses-paid weekend getaways.
    “I’m listening.”
    Wellington cleared his throat. He spoke seductively. “The one thing you must bring is your imagination. Then you must leave all inhibitions behind. The rest”—he paused—“is up to me. But I have to warn you”—he paused again—“there is one requirement.”
    “What’s that?” Jada asked flatly.
    “This outing is a mandatory good-time excursion. You are welcome to bring your