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“good” hair. He used to love to play in it as she laid her head on his chest after steamy sex. But once she went back to work, she caught all kinds of hell trying to manage it before she had to leave home early enough for her thirty-minute commute to New York.
    It took one hell of a freaky fuckfest to get him past the haircut drama.
    She smiled naughtily at her reflection even as her eyes burned. A blow job and some handcuffs helped him right on down the road to forgiveness.
    Would that type of “screw me ’til I’m sore” sex fix their problems now?
    Renee walked into one of the wooden bathroom stalls. She made sure to flush the commode and then carefully wrap the seat with tissue before she dropped her pants and took a seat.
    Her BlackBerry vibrated and she took it from its case. She frowned at the text message icon.
    She was a grown-ass woman with teenagers and several e-mail accounts who didn’t mess around with the text message trend. To hell with trying to keep up with all those abbreviations. LOL. KIT. BFF. How about LMTFAWT—leave me the fuck alone with text.
    Renee opened the message with her elbows braced on her strong thighs.
    LIFE HAS MANY FORKS IN THE
    ROAD AND TODAY I’VE DECIDED TO
    TRAVEL DOWN THE PATH LEADING
    YOUR HUSBAND STRAIGHT TO MY
    WAITING AND OPEN ARMS—
    “What the fuck?” Renee gasped. She continued to scroll down and read some more as her heart slammed against her chest.
    I CAN’T LIE AND SAY I HAVE
    REGRETS. I LOVE HIM MORE THAN
    YOU AND I NEED HIM MORE. YOU
    SAW HIM FOR THE LAST TIME THIS
    MORNING. TONIGHT HE COMES
    HOME TO ME. HE’S MY MAN NOW.
    THANKS FOR NOT BEING WOMAN
    ENOUGH 4 HIM.
    XOXO
    Renee jumped to her feet and some of her pee ran down her thigh, wetting the waistband of her pants. Her stomach felt like someone had gut punched her. She clutched the BlackBerry with both hands as she read the message again.
    And again.
    And again.
    And again.
    “Oh…hell…no!” she shrieked, sounding more like Aria than herself.
    She damn near dropped the BlackBerry into the commode as she snatched her pure silk panties and her pants up around her shapely hips. She barely registered that she didn’t wipe.
    Jackson was cheating on her?
    Couldn’t be.
    Shouldn’t be.
    “Motherfucker…it better not be.” She left the stall even as she dialed Jackson’s cell phone number. She knew it was a waste with the fishing boat deep in the middle of the sea, but she tried anyway.
    “The cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”
    She took a deep breath as she willed herself not to fall to the floor and cry like a baby. Somehow she found the strength to open the door and make her way back to her girls. Each step landed after the text message seemed to mock her.
    Leading your husband straight to my arms .
    Boom.
    I love him more than you .
    Boom.
    I need him more.
    Boom.
    He’s my man.
    Well, right now she needed her friends more than she needed Jackson. She nearly dropped onto her seat as she roughly pushed her BlackBerry toward them atop the table. It hit against one of their glasses with a ding .
    “How about some bitch just text me that she’s running away with Jackson?” Renee snapped as she drummed her neatly manicured fingers on top of the wooden table.
    We need to talk. We have to talk.
    “Well, I’ll be damned,” Aria said in disbelief as she twirled Renee’s phone to look down at the screen.
    Renee looked from Aria to Jaime. The furrow between her waxed brows deepened as both women held up their cell phones with the same exact message displayed. “What?!”
    “Oh, that’s not the cherry on top of the sundae yet, baby,” Jaime said with much attitude—definitely not normal for Ms. Suzie Sunshine. “Check your message again to see who it’s from. You’re not going to believe this mess.”
    Renee swooped up the BlackBerry and worked her thumb on the trackball to scroll to the top of the message. She gasped as she felt an angry fire begin to