the award. Sheâd always known he would be successful at whatever he set his mind to.
âHe might not be famous, but if youâre serious about changing your image, you kissed the right person Saturday night.â
Apparently, Macy had filled Iris in on some of the details of what happened.
âI didnât kiss him with some ulterior motive, except... I guess I sorta did. I was trying to dissuade this other guyâs advances and I went too far. But there is no way I would use Austin.â
âIâm not saying youâre trying to use him. I guess what I should have said is that Austin is Atlantaâs golden child.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt started when Austin was attending Morehouse. He stopped a mugger from getting away with a city councilwomanâs handbag. She dubbed him a hero and shared the story with anyone who would listen. During his college years, he had also spearheaded some major community projects, raising most of the money on his own.â Iris filled her in on one instance after another, including how, a year ago, he had donated a four-story building to an organization that worked with the homeless.
âOkay, okay, youâre right. Heâs a saint. And now thanks to me, heâs in the paper in a less-than-favorable manner. God, I feel awful.â Janna rubbed her temples. Heâd already hated her. There probably wasnât a word that could describe what he thought of her now. âSo how do you know so much about him?â she asked Iris.
âHis company has done a lot of work for Nash over the years, and now heâs good friends with Austin and his family.â
âI canât believe what I did to him.â
âJanna, I think youâre being too hard on yourself. Thereâs not a guy alive who wouldnât have killed to be in Austinâs shoes Saturday night. If anything, youâve made him the most envied man in town.â
âYeah, but Austin doesnât like attention, especially not that type. I had hoped that while I was in Atlanta I could make things right between us. Iâm sure his feelings for me arenât what they used to be back in New Jersey, but I wanted to, to...oh, hell, I donât know what I was hoping for.â
âYou were hoping he still had feelings for you the way you clearly still care for him,â Iris said without missing a beat.
Janna more than cared for Austin. There hadnât been a day that went by that she didnât think about him. She had written him a letter prior to leaving the country but never heard from him. Of course he would have been disappointed that she was putting a modeling opportunity before their relationship, but she had hoped that he would have at least acknowledged the letter. Now she would never get the chance to find out why heâd never responded.
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âI heard you let some young punks beat you on the basketball court last week,â Austin said to Nash Dupree and took a long gulp of his sweet tea. They were lounging in Nashâs office discussing the budget for his latest project. As the owner of several nightclubs in Atlanta, Nash had contracted Austinâs company to build an addition onto one of his buildings.
âIâm not going to even ask where you heard that, or maybe I should say who you heard it from. Iâm sure it was Big Mouth Nigel whoâs spreading those vicious rumors.â
Austin laughed. âI canât reveal my sources, but just so you know, itâs more than just rumor. Thereâs a video.â
Nash groaned. âDamn. I need to find the person who is responsible for having cameras on these damn cell phones. Is nothing private these days?â
Austinâs grin slowly slipped from his lips. Heâd wondered the same thing, thinking about the photo of him and Janna. Days after the searing kiss, it was as if he could still feel her lips against his.
âYou know I have to ask,