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in front of her. “I know who you worried ‘bout loving your ass,” she said with a smirk before she walked away to follow Briannah who was already randomly picking out clothes.
    “You can say that again.” She tuned in briefly, lifting her face from the rack.
    Catrina rolled her eyes and went over to them. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
    Casey shot her a look over her shoulder. “Don’t act like you’n know who we’re talking about, honey.”
    Catrina bristled. Now was not the time to bring up that man. “Whateva, y’all.”
    “Yeah, we know it’s whateva,” Casey laughed. “Y’all been kicking it for a minute, and we know that you ain’t sleeping with nobody else. So what’s up?” Casey pressed.
    “Monogamy is not his strong suit. So let’s just cut the convo short. I do not- absolutely do not want to talk about Dave or what I have going with him.” She had no idea what it was at this point.
    Briannah cleared her throat and Casey just chuckled. “Monogamy isn’t your strong suit either, sweetie.”
    Catrina had to give that one to her and laughed with a shrug. “Weren’t we discussing you and D?”
    “Yeah, we were,” Briannah interjected, mentally calculating the total price of her purchases. “But we gon’ have to finish while we eat. I’m hungry as hell,” she announced, patting the mound that used to be her very flat stomach. Or at least it had been six and a half months before.
    “Yeah, get her slim ass something to eat. You look like a damn stick with a pea stuck in the middle,” Catrina laughed with a point to Briannah’s stomach.
    Offended, Briannah stuck her nose in the air and began walking towards the register. “I’ll have y’all know that I gained twenty-five pounds,” she huffed, pushing her selections toward the cashier. As long as Tyree thought she still looked good was all that mattered.
    They ate at T.G.I. Fridays and watched in awe as Briannah devoured all her food and some of theirs. There, Casey came up with yet another plan to make Daemon jealous, as her friends; Briannah and Catrina agreed to help her.

Chapter Five
    It’s My Party
    Casey
    There was no surprise in finding Daemon engrossed in paperwork in his office when she arrived home. She just stood in the doorway and watched him quietly. A smile curved her lips. He was, Casey thought, the perfect person to represent the African American male with his dark head of waves bent in deep concentration as his cinnamon-colored eyes scanned the paperwork neatly stacked in a pile before him.
    After realizing that he wasn’t going to acknowledge her presence, Casey reluctantly knocked. The dream of him lifting his head and finding her there in a sexy pose shattered.
    Without looking up from his work he said, “Wassup?” His voice husky in a way Casey considered extremely sexy.
    She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “I just came in to see what you were doing.”
    This time he did look up. “Working.”
    “That’s funny, D,” she allowed.
    There was no way he would be able to concentrate on ordering car parts or scheduling labor hours while she was present, but he didn’t want to rush her away. “Did you have a nice time?”
    “Shopping is therapeutic; you should try it sometime. It may loosen you up a little,” she advised to annoy him and added to the annoyance by taking a seat. When she saw that she had, she continued. “Bri’s pregnancy is progressing well. The slim hussy gained like twenty something pounds, and she could use about ten more.” She laughed.
    Daemon frowned and made a gesture towards the papers on his desk. “I know. I really need to get back to work.”
    “Oh, am I distracting you?” She crossed one leg over the other.
    Hell yeah, he thought. “Yeah, you are, but irritating is more like it.”
    Irritating? I bet . She made a smirk, stood up, and attempted to whisk away any wrinkles in her pants. “You use your term, I’ll use mine. I just dropped in to remind you about the