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back a bit. “You want me to talk about my private martial sex life with you?”
    “Uh…yeah.”
    Tamara turned her nose up as if she smel led something sour. “That’s so low class. Who does that?”
    Charlotte snorted as she eyed her friend up and down. She heard pregnancy changed people, but this was a bit bizarre even for wacky hormones. “We do, bitch, that’s who.”
    “Right!” Tamara laughed , dropping all pretenses. “I could barely say that with a straight face.”
    “Don’t be playing with my emotions. Get me all worked up. You better tell me something,” Charlotte ordered jokingly. “And make it good.”
    Tamara looked around the big empty room teasingly then leaned in a little closer so they were just inches apart from one another. “Here’s a little naughty detail for you. Russell…”
    Charlotte licked her lips and said, “Uh -huh.”
    “Goes down faster than my Wi-Fi coverage.”
    “Girl.” Charlotte jerked back a bit. She wasn’t prepared for all that. “Stop.”
    “I cannot because I speak nothing but the truth. That man stays downtown. Lives there. Has a condo. Hell , he’s thinking about running for mayor and shit.” Tamara shivered a little bit as if she was having flashback. “I mean just. Yes! Everything about it yes. Can I get an Amen for the man who likes to eat at the Y?”
    Charlotte fanned herself with one hand and raised the other skyward in praise. “Amen. Amen. Amen.”
    “Yes, Lord, Amen. When I tell you my baby knows how to smack it up, flip it, rub down…”
    “Oh nooo…” Charlotte finished the hip-hop lyric, then took a drink to cool herself down a bit before she combusted in her newly decorated kitchen.
    “You better believe me,” Tamara finished. “And in all honesty, if I would have known white boys could throw down like this in high school…I might have made a couple of different choices growing up. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
    Charlotte empted her glass and reached for the bottle again. She needed another drink after that conversation. “You said it all.”
    “And here I was thinking she said too much.” Russell’s deep voice rang out from behind them.
    “Jesus!” Charlotte screamed, yanking her hand back to place it against her pounding heart as she spun around in her chair to see not only Russell in the kitchen, but Ty and Candace as well.
    Candace tugged on Ty’s hand, forcing him to look down at her. “Daddy , I’m confused,” she said with a frown. “Why is the baby smacking, flipping and rubbing it down in T’mara?”
    Tamara covered her face with her hand and just started laughing uncontrollably , and Charlotte couldn’t blame her. She was doing her very best to keep her laughter at bay…but it wasn’t going to hold for long.
    “Jesus be a fence,” Ty grumbled as he ushered his daughter from the kitchen to the door. “Go into Daddy’s office, princess, and get on the loud speaker and tell the men in the bunkhouse it’s time to eat. Okay?”
    “Yes , Daddy.” She took off like a shot out of a gun, and the second the door closed behind her, Charlotte let loose. She laughed so hard she damn near peed herself. Being Candace’s mom was the highlight of her life. Nothing even came close to the joy she received just from spending time with her little girl.
    Ty , bless him, gave Charlotte a few seconds to gather herself together before he turned on her. “See, this is why you two should never be allowed to hang out unsupervised.”
    “Man.” Tamara stood. “You guys might want to think about putting a bell on baby girl’s neck. Or she’s going to end up traumatized , rocking herself back and forth somewhere in a corner.”
    Russell came up and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Am I the only one who isn’t upset about this conversation? Best thing I heard in a damn long time. I’m going to be the Mayor of Pussyville.”
    Tamara elbowed him. “See , you went too far.”
    “That’s not