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sooner, Kaycee thought as she reclined in her garden jet tub. She reserved bathing in her tub for the weekends because then she could lie in there as long as she wanted without interruption.
    With a drawn-out sigh, she sank back against the bathroom pillow and closed her eyes just as her cell phone shrilled in the next room.
    The ringing phone was nothing more than a distant distraction, and she thought about letting it go, but she remembered the business card she’d given to the young lady at Café Jireh. Although she made it a practice to not cut into her “special” time, she decided to answer the phone for the fear of losing another prospect.
    She jumped out of the tub and wrapped a thick terry bath sheet around her body before scurrying into the next room. Just as she snatched up the phone, it stopped ringing.
    She hoped it hadn’t been Mr. Thompson. She began to scroll frantically through the missed calls when the phone rang for a second time. This time she recognized the Savannah telephone number and answered it.
    â€œHello, Mom,” she sang into the phone. Although she had just talked to her parents the night before, she was excited to hear from them. The Jordans were a close family, and Kaycee was their baby and the only girl. Her parents and four older brothers doted on her.
    â€œHey, baby, why didn’t you answer the phone a few seconds ago?” her mother Katherine asked, her voice echoing through the lines. Kaycee immediately knew that that meant she was on the speakerphone and that her dad was close by. She slipped her earpiece on and headed back to the bathroom.
    â€œI was in the tub,” she announced, dropping the towel and stepping back into the inviting warmth of the tub. This time she turned on the jets before sinking back into her former position.
    â€œHey, baby girl,” her father called out in the background.
    â€œHey, Daddy!”
    â€œHi, sugar, when are you coming down? You know we still have to plan our fishing trip.”
    Kaycee sighed. She’d missed their annual father-daughter fishing trip last year because of work, and she didn’t want to foul up plans for another one this year. She looked forward to the moments that they spent lounging on the pier, catching and then cleaning fish. Where most women would be squeamish, Kaycee actually found it relaxing. Her relationship with her father was great and she loved spending time with him.
    â€œI’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been so busy with the house and the business.”
    â€œHow is it coming along?” her mother asked.
    â€œWhich one?”
    â€œBoth,” her parents replied in unison.
    â€œI’m almost done with the unpacking, but I think I’m going to do some painting.”
    â€œIf you need some help, let me know,” another male voice cut in.
    Kaycee immediately recognized it as being her brother, Kyle. She and Kyle were the closest in age and were often mistaken for twins. He’d grown up being all things to her: protector, confidant and her mouthpiece when she needed it.
    â€œWhat’s up, Kyle?” she called out, happy to hear his voice.
    â€œNothing much,” he said, “How are things going with you?”
    â€œCould be better if you came to visit me.”
    â€œI know, I need to get out for real. I just have a lot on my plate right now,” he replied, speaking of his position as a college professor at Savannah State where he was working on obtaining his Ph.D. in math.
    â€œYou probably need a break. You know what they say about all work and no play.”
    â€œNo, what do they say?” he challenged. “And watch your mouth because Ma is standing here looking right at me.”
    Kaycee broke out laughing. “I’m just keeping it real. But seriously, it would be nice having you come out and hang with your sista.”
    â€œI might have to take you up on that. I need to get out of Savannah for a