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    Terrance sighed. Savannah had gone a little overboard with the entrance, but he would have to talk to her about that later. Right now, he just wanted to get away.
    He leaned in and kissed Eva on the cheek. “Gotta go.”
    “Terrance Deshaun Ellis, I know you are not about to be seen getting into that car with that floozy,” Mamie snapped as she looked around nervously.
    Terrance debated saying anything, then figured, what was the use? “Bye, ladies,” he said, then lightly kissed Mamie and Dorothy Mae on the cheek. “I’ll call you later.” He headed to Savannah’s car before they could say another word.
    All three of the women watched him get in the car with Savannah, who quickly tried to lean over and kiss him. Terrance gently pushed her away, knowing seeing Savannah kiss him would only set his aunts off even more.
    “Awww, hell no,” Mamie muttered.
    Eva swatted her sister’s shoulder. “Mamie. You’re standing on the Lord’s ground. Stop using that foul language.”
    “In this case, I think God understands,” Mamie mumbled.
    The women watched the car until it turned the corner. They stood in silence for a few minutes. “Ladies, it is definitely time,” Eva muttered, still shaking her head.
    “Time for what?” Dorothy Mae asked.
    “Time to find that boy a wife,” Eva replied. “Because Savannah McKinney is not the answer.”
    Dorothy Mae turned to Eva and nodded. “For once, big sister, I couldn’t agree with you more.”

chapter 8
    T errance felt a smile creep across his face as he watched Savannah. Her hair was long and untamed, but it looked so sexy on her. She was dressed a little too provocatively for his taste with her white, tight tank top and tight Apple Bottoms jeans. Still, he had to admit that she looked gorgeous.
    Savannah was animated as she described some of the stuff Misha, her Little Sister, had gotten into.
    “…and she climbed in the boy’s window and jumped him and the girl he was cheating on her with,” Savannah said, shaking her head. “I tell you, that girl keeps my hands full.” Savannah ran her finger across the top of her glass of wine as her laughter died down.
    “What?” she said, when she noticed Terrance continuing to stare at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    Terrance leaned back in his chair as the light sounds of jazz filled the air. They were on the covered patio of the Wonder Bar, an upscale jazz bar/restaurant in downtown Houston. Savannah had assured him that he would love the atmosphere. She was right. He was a connoisseur of jazz music, and he appreciated that Savannah had done her homework to find that out.
    “I’m just listening,” Terrance replied. “I love how vibrant you seem to become when you’re talking about Misha.”
    Savannah matched his smile, a hint of bashfulness creeping up. “Yeah, Misha brings me a lot of joy. She really is a good kid, she just doesn’t have anyone in her life who cares about her. Her dad was shot and killed in a drug deal. And her mom runs the streets all the time. So she pretty much fends for herself.” Savannah brushed her hair out of her face as she leaned back in her chair. “I guess that’s why I’m so attached to her.”
    Terrance continued to take in Savannah’s beauty as she talked. There was no denying her outward beauty, but the more he talked to her, the more he was becoming enamored with what was inside. “So you feel a sort of kindred spirit with her?” Terrance asked.
    Savannah nodded, her smile fading. “I guess you can call it that.” She sighed. “You know I was raised by my grandmother, right?”
    Terrance had known both Savannah and her grandmother since they started going to Lily Grove about three years ago. “Yeah, Sister Florence.”
    “Good old Grandma Flo.” Savannah frowned slightly before continuing, “The woman who never wanted a kid and dang sure didn’t want a grandkid. She reminded me of that every chance she got.”
    Terrance knew Flo