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boatload of records.   Reno hadn’t worked this little in years.  
    But
Lee still wouldn’t let up.   Reno knew Lee
was a big Shay Grayson fan, but he never dreamed that he would allow it to
color his judgment.   
    “If
we lose her,” Lee continued, “then her fans, which also happen to be a big
swath of our patrons, are going to be livid.   They may riot, Reno.   Many of them
planned their vacations around seeing Shay at the re-launch of the
PaLargio.   If you don’t appease her, we
can lose much more than just her good graces.   Which would be major in and of itself.   You hear me, Reno?”   Lee asked.
    But
Reno wasn’t listening anymore.   Both he
and Jimmy were too busy watching what was in front of them now.   Reno even removed his sunglasses to get a
better look.
    “What
the fuck,” he said, staring ahead.  
    “Is
that Ma?” Jimmy asked, staring too.
    Reno
saw that it was.   It was Trina, his wife,
sitting on the passenger side of a Maserati that had just driven up to the
front door of the boutique.   The car’s
convertible top was down and Reno could see his wife clearly.   She had her hair styled in that summer pixie
cut he loved, where it was soft and carefree and she didn’t mind when he ran
his hands through it.   Her bright yellow
and white spaghetti-strapped dress revealed her thin neck and toned arms, and
her beautiful brown skin was glistening in the brightness of the sun.   There was no doubt that the woman in that car
was his wife.
    But
it wasn’t only that.   Reno saw the man
behind the wheel.   That, for him, was the
troubling part.   It wasn’t that his wife
was in a car with another man.    It was
the fact that his wife was in a car with Jody
Parks .   Of all people.   “What the fuck,” he said again.
    Reno
knew Jody Parks.   They went way
back.   Jody used to work for him for many
years before Reno was forced to get rid of him a few months back.   He was a tall, handsome, strapping black man,
and when he worked at the PaLargio he and Trina became fast friends.   But when he left the PaLargio Reno had
ordered her to stay clear of the guy.   Now she was sitting in his show car talking her ass off as if Reno’s
word didn’t mean shit to her.    As if he
hadn’t told her a damn thing.  
    His
blood began to boil.
    Lee, however,
was still on the phone attempting to regain his boss’s attention.   “Reno?   Reno, are you there?   Reno?”
    “I’ll
call you back,” Reno said to Lee and hung up the phone.  
    When
he moved to get out of the car, his eyes still trained on Trina, his buckled
seatbelt stopped his progression.   He
then angrily unbuckled the belt as if it had stopped him on purpose, and Jimmy
became concerned enough to touch him on the arm.
    “Calm
down, Pop,” he said.   “You don’t wanna
cause a scene in front of her store.”
    Reno
did take a moment to calm himself back down.   Because Jimmy was right.   He was
going to kick his wife’s ass right in front of her own clothing boutique if he
didn’t calm himself back down.
    After
calming down as well as he could, he got out of the car.   With Jimmy right behind him, he began walking
deliberately slow toward the Maserati, his eyes unwavering as he stared at Jody
and Trina.   Jody had his hand on the back
of Trina’s headrest, and was looking at her intensely, as if sitting beside her
just made his day; as if he was sitting in the catbird’s seat and Trina was his
prey.
    And
that was the problem for Reno.   It was
never about Trina running out and cheating on him.   He knew his wife.   He knew she only had eyes for him.   But it was those bozos that greeted her
whenever she went out; those bozos like that fellow in that car, that worried
Reno.   Because they wanted what he
had.   Trina might only have eyes for him,
but those lust-thirsty bastards had eyes for her.   And Reno knew it.   He knew what a special lady did to a
man.   He knew what it was like to crave