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Over the Fence
The Lonely Heart, Deadly Heart Series
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Every Womans Dream
Never Trust a Stranger
The Devil You Know
The God Series
God Dont Like Ugly
God Still Dont Like Ugly
God Dont Play
God Aint Blind
God Aint Through Yet
God Dont Make No Mistakes
The Mama Ruby Series
Mama Ruby
The Upper Room
Lost Daughters
Gonna Lay Down My Burdens
Red Light Wives
In Sheeps Clothing
Deliver Me From Evil
She Had It Coming
The Company We Keep
Family of Lies
Bad Blood
Remembrance
Nightmare in Paradise in Borrow Trouble
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MARY MONROE
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Copyright 2019 by Mary Monroe
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Library of Congress Card Catalogue Number: 2019940162
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ISBN: 978-1-4967-1584-5
ISBN-10: 1-4967-1584-5
First Kensington Hardcover Edition: October 2019
ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-1585-2 (e-book)
ISBN-10: 1-4967-1585-3 (e-book)
This book is dedicated to my beloved nieces,
Mona Lisa Williams and Sarah Louise Nicholson.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
It is such an honor to be a member of the Kensington Books family.
Selena James is an awesome editor and a great friend. Thank you, Selena! Thanks to Steven Zacharius, Adam Zacharius, Karen Auerbach, Vida Engstrand, Lauren Jernigan, Samantha McVeigh, Elizabeth Trout, Robin E. Cook, the wonderful crew in the sales department, and everyone else at Kensington for working so hard for me.
Thanks to Lauretta Pierce for maintaining my website.
Thanks to the fabulous book clubs, bookstores, libraries, my readers, and the magazine and radio interviewers for supporting me for so many years.
To my super literary agent and friend, Andrew Stuart, thank you for representing me with so much vigor.
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Peace and Blessings,
Mary Monroe
PROLOGUE
F ELICIA
C ommuting to and from work by bus five days a week was more enjoyable to me than driving or carpooling. Some of the passengers I rode with were fellow coworkers I liked to network with. However, that was hard to do during business hours. We all had busy jobs and were scattered throughout the building. It was easier to catch up on each others lives on the bus.
Richard Grimes and I were employees at the same firm, but in different departments. Unless we had to attend a staff meeting, bumped into each other in the elevator, or I needed his tech support assistance, I could go for days without seeing him at the office. Some weeks the only time we saw each other was on our commuter bus. When I didnt see him, I missed him.
Richard and I usually shared the same seat near the rear of the bus where it was easier to kick back and chat. We had a lot in common and never ran out of things to discuss. We had been fellow commuters for several years and had developed a close, platonic relationship. And now, I looked forward to being with him more than the men I dated...
CHAPTER 1
F ELICIA
November 23rd
I usually wore my shoulder-length, dark brown hair in a style that would enhance my delicate features. But this particular Friday, Id spent so much time on my couch, lying on my back and shifting from side to side, that my hair was a hot, matted mess. Rather than fuss with it, I had covered my head with a black scarf my cousin Wendell had left at my place a couple of weeks ago.
I was not trying to impress anybody dressed in a bulky sweatshirt and jeans, so it didnt matter that I looked like a frump when I decided to make a trip to Ralphs Market a few minutes after seven p.m. It was only a couple of blocks from my apartment. I didnt think Id be out long enough to run into anybody I knew.
I was sorry I hadnt put on my earmuffs, muffler, and gloves. Northern Ohio was known for its brutal winters and late November was when it began to get bitterly cold. There was already a thin blanket of snow on the ground, but I knew that as early as next week, the snow could be up to my knees. That was the reason I owned several pairs of thigh-high boots. The ones I had on now had flat heels, so I didnt look as tall as I did in the four-inch Louboutin high heels I owned.
Excuse me. Im sorry, maam. The deep voice belonged to a man who had accidentally bumped into my shopping cart with his in the health-care products aisle. When I turned around, he did a double take. His eyes widened as if hed just been frightened. I was so embarrassed I wanted to run out the door.
Felicia, is that you ? His eyes returned to their normal size as he slowly looked me up and down. I couldnt tell from the expression on his finely chiseled, nut-brown face if he was disappointed or amused to see what I really looked like without help from various cosmetics created specifically for women of color. In his black wool overcoat, red muffler, and leather gloves, he looked as dapper as ever. I held my breath as he gently caressed his goatee. This was the first time Id noticed a few flecks of gray in it, but it still looked distinguished and sophisticated.
Um, yes. Its me, I replied meekly as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The large bottle of Gas-X Extra Strength I had just plucked off the shelf was still in my hand. How was your Thanksgiving, Richard? I silently prayed that he wouldnt detain me too long. Richard Grimes and I had been coworkers and commuter bus seat mates for over eight years and hed never seen the real me until now.
It was great. The girls and I had dinner with the family in Cleveland. And boy, what a feast! Turkey, ham, dressing, collard greens, and all the other trimmings. My mother-in-law bakes such mean sweet potato pies, I ate a whole one by myself. He grinned and patted his stomach. Ill be counting calories for the next few weeks. How was yours?
Mine was great, too. We had a meal fit for a king. My grandmother bakes mean sweet potato pies, too. I ate three slices one right after the other without leaving the table, and enough of everything else to feed an army, I said with a chuckle as I sucked in my stomach.
Did you make it to any of the Black Friday sales today? You mentioned doing so a few times on the bus the other day.
Well, when I thought more about it, the idea didnt sound so appealing anymore. I decided to skip all that chaos this year. I spent most of the day watching holiday programs. This is the first time I left my apartment today.