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somewhere, but don’t feel like searching for it.”
    â€œUh…I don’t know. She didn’t tell me her new number.”
    â€œWhat new number?” Grandmother or not, she needed to find out when Neema would be picking the kids up. The sooner she came back, the sooner she could get back to her peaceful existence. “When did she get a new number?”
    Raynita stuffed the last of her cookie into her mouth. “Daddy bought her a new phone yesterday. He took her old phone and threw it away. He bought me and Brandon a phone, too, but I think I lost mine. I don’t know Mama’s new number.”
    â€œOh, that’s just great.” Hattie blew out a weary breath. “No way to reach your mother in case of an emergency.” Hattie shook her head. She didn’t understand it. A lot of the young mothers of today were certainly a different breed from when she was coming up. “Oh, well…” She sighed. “Maybe she’ll call later tonight to check on you two.”
    As much as she hated the idea of it, she would have to wait it out. Knowing Neema, it could be days before she even called to see what was going on. And then again, she might not call at all. Hattie knew one thing—when she did hear from that girl, she planned to have a serious talk with her about Brandon and his visits to his father’s house. Topps Jackson shouldn’t have been allowed to have unsupervised visitation with stray puppies. Neema would probably say it was none of her business how she raised her kids, but Hattie didn’t care. When it came to her grandkids, she planned to make it her business.

FOUR
    â€œY o, boo, you working that dress.” Topps Jackson smiled in appreciation the second Neema opened his front door and stepped inside his house. He clutched his cell phone tighter while his free hand did a slow massage of his shirtless chest, before finding its way down to his groin area. “Yeah, man. I’m still here.”
    â€œYou like?” Neema threw her head back seductively and deliberately ran her tongue along her red lips. She catwalked over to the white leather sofa where he sat and placed her oversized Gucci bag down. Slow-motion-like, she spun her body around, only to stop to give him an ample view of her high and perfectly rounded “asset.”
    â€œHell yeah, boo. I like it a lot.”
    Good, she had his attention. Nothing turned Topps on more than watching what he often referred to as her “bubblelicious” behind. Neema made her lips look pouty as her hungry eyes caught the stirring in his sweatpants. “And no panties to get in the way,” she whispered to keep from being heard by the person he was talking to on the phone.
    â€œIs that right?” Topps was licking his lips with mounting excitement. “Check it out. My little freak of the week is here. Yeah, I’m feeling you big time.”
    Neema sat down next to him and began rubbing his wide chest,marveling at the results of what four days per week of pumping iron could do. Washboard abs felt like hard rubber beneath her manicured fingers. “Did you miss me?”
    â€œSlick…man, hold up a fucking minute.” Topps took the cell phone away from his ear. “Hell yeah, I did. What took you so damn long to get here? You know I hate to wait.”
    â€œBaby, I know you do, but I had to wait for him to get the money from his safe, and then he started counting it and talking about nothing. I got here as fast as I could.” Neema rubbed one of her hardened nipples to keep his mind focused on the pleasure they would be having later.
    â€œThe hell you did, but that’s alright. Check this; let me finish handling my business and I’ll deal with you as soon as I’m done. Know what I’m saying? Matter of fact, make yourself useful and go make me a sandwich real quick. Don’t forget to wash yo’ hands first.”
    â€œExcuse me? Make