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“Go on, silly dog. Get some exercise. It’s good for you.”Stella laughs, and finally Sausage gives up his fight and allows her to lead him toward the road.“That dog has gotten fat,” Ronnie says.I laugh. “Yeah. We’re starting him on a new walking regimen because I’m weak, and I can’t stop letting him have snacks.”“So what did you want to tell me?” Ronnie asks.I walk into the stable toward Dash. “Did you hear that my dad is looking for a new company to merge with? He’s thinking of merging with this big company in Singapore, but they’re being difficult.”“Isn’t that stuff top secret?” Ronnie jokes.“Keep it between us, of course.”“I was only kidding. You know I wouldn’t repeat something like that to the wrong people.”“But if it’s true, I may end up going to Singapore a lot more.”“I thought Ashton was handling the Singapore division.” We stop in front of Dash’s stall.“He is. But there will be a lot more to do over there, and there’s a lot of schmoozing we’ll need to do.”“Didn’t y

JENNI“Noodle, get out of the noodles.” And this is where she got her name. When I rescued her from the local animal shelter, I had a bowl of noodles I was about to eat, and she buried her tiny head in it and started chowing down.This crazy cat will eat noodles right out of my hand and loves to bat at them. She’s like a little orange mini tiger too, always attacking things. She likes to perch up high and look over the house like it’s her personal kingdom, so I got her a massive kitty playground. It may or may not be taking up half my family room in the basement. That entire space is dedicated to Noodle. I figure if I can’t fill my house with children, I can at least give Noodle the best life possible.I walk over to where Noodle is feasting on a container of leftover spaghetti I needed to put back in the fridge from my cooking lesson earlier.My doorbell rings, and I go to open it to find Langston standing on the front step.“What’s up?” I open the door wider for him to come in.He w

“I’ll let him know there’s nothing actually going on between us, and he won’t care,” Langston explains.There’s a car waiting for us with our driver, Nate, one of the Atlanta staff members that serves the Keith family. We’ve done so many things together for so many years that we all know the employees that work for the families.The air is cool, and I wish I’d brought a jacket. But Nate has the car warm, and I slide into the back seat. I scoot all the way over to make room for Langston.“Where are we going?” I ask when Nate pulls out of the airport.“You’ll see.”We drive through traffic and eventually pull up to the Fox Theater. “Are we watching a show? What about dinner?”“Don’t worry, I won’t let you go hungry. Heaven forbid you get hangry on me.”I roll my eyes. “I don’t get hangry…”“You don’t? Then why do you have daggers shooting out of your eyes when it takes too long for our food to come out at the diner?”I scowl at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”Nate opens my door, a

“And you’re just now telling me this?”Jenni is warm against my side. She feels nice there, like she fits into me. For a moment, it’s almost like the rivalry is gone between us. But who am I kidding? She’s only acting.“I didn’t know we were telling people yet.” I look down at Jenni.“We talked about it, babe.”Babe? Now we’re using pet names? I’m so out of my league here.“So that’s why you took her on such a nice date!” Mom looks like a kid who just got a coveted toy on Christmas morning.I can’t help but feel a little guilty at the look of pure joy in my mom’s eyes.“That’s right,” Jenni says. “I couldn’t help but fall for him after that.” She snuggles into me.She’s good at this. I can barely tell she’s acting, and it’s taking my breath away to have her so close.“Look at the two of you together!” Mom is ecstatic, and guilt creeps up at the web of lies we’re spinning. Jenni and I haven’t really talked through the logistics of how we’re going to end this thing. I don’t like the ide

JENNII pour myself a cup of peppermint tea and take it to my laptop in my office. It’s getting late, but after Laurie’s remark about Langston and me having a whole slew of babies, I can’t stop thinking about fostering children. I settle into my desk chair and take a sip of tea as I open my browser. I search “How to become a foster parent in Georgia” and click on the top result.I continue to sip my tea as I read through the information, my pulse quickening. Am I really ready to take such a huge step? There’s a form I can fill out to get someone to contact me and discuss the process further. I hold my breath and then go for it. What can it hurt? I can at least get the ball rolling. If I decide later I’m not ready, then I can back out. But I see the faces of the children on the website, and it tugs on my heartstrings. These kids need help, and I can give them a good life. The best of the best. I could take them from hell to heaven. The thought warms me. Or maybe it’s just the tea I jus