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  Tina came and stood beside him. “Boss, tables are waiting on you.”

  He stood transfixed and she followed his gaze.

  “It’s her,” Tina gasped. “Now I know why you couldn’t date me.” She grabbed the order pad from his hand and said disgustingly, “I'm going to take Babbette off her break.”

  Geneva got up. He looked even better than she had dreamed he would.

  “Where are you going?” Justin asked and his eyes followed hers.

  Melody also twisted around and watched as Froggie came over to their table.

  They didn’t speak. He just hugged her and they kissed as if they were starving. The sounds faded for both of them as they drank in each other.

  “I'm sorry,” Froggie whispered, kissing her face all over. “It was hell without you. I love you more than life itself. I wanted you to live your life and be happy without any strings holding you back.”

  “I am going to shout and scream at you and your mother, Winston,” Geneva said happily. “Later, much later.”

  Froggie led her toward his office amid cheers from the crowd in the restaurant.

  Justin sighed. He was resigned to the fact that he had no chance with Geneva now. She was getting her heart’s desire. It had always been Froggie for her, even when she thought the man was dead.

  “May I take your order,” a sweet voice asked. He looked up at the innocent face beaming at him. She was pretty and had an impish grin. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled.

  “Well…” he replied and peered at her name tag. “Well, Tina, I guess I will have the lunch special.”

  She nodded and winked at him.

  “When one door closes, another opens. After all, this place is called New Beginnings,” Melody said when she saw Justin’s besotted expression. “We will take the lunch special too,” she added, then looked at Tina and smiled. She slipped her hand into Daren’s and drew him closer.

  THE END

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  Going Solo (New Song Series: Book 1):

  "She's back!" Carson's office door flew open and his daughter rushed in, her eyes wide and looking overly excited. "I passed her when I was heading into the mini mart, and she didn't even know that it was me."

  Carson was busy signing off on invoices, a task he took great pleasure in, as he had left the greasy jobs to his employees and was enjoying the business side of things, just as Xavier had said he would.

  "Who is back?" he asked his daughter absentmindedly. It was the beginning of summer and he was already wondering what to do with his hyperactive twelve-year-old daughter. She had already read the five books that he bought for her the week before and summer school would not start until a month's time.

  "The female who had me!" Mia answered primly.

  Carson stopped writing and looked at his daughter properly. The little spattering of freckles, she had on her nose, seemed to merge into one, as he struggled to get her face in focus. The pen he was using clattered onto the table and he frowned.

  "Stop joking around. That is not funny."

  Mia walked toward his desk, her floral summer dress swishing around her legs. She stopped and jutted one foot forward, looking at him defiantly.

  "I know it's her!" She folded her arms in a defensive pose. "She doesn't look much different from her pictures, except that her hair is shorter. She came out of her car and asked Emril if CarBell Mechanics was run by one, Carson Bell. Emril said, “Yes.” She took in a long breath and went back into her car. I could see her hand trembling from where I stood. She looked shaken up. She looked human, not like the half-alien I was imagining."

  Carson drummed his fingers on the table and then said softly, "She is human, Mia, and you can say her name, you know. Her name is Alice."

  "Alice." Mia sneered and then slumped, all her bravado leaving her lifeless. "What are we going to do about her?"

  "We are going to do nothing," Carson said simply. His heart was beating heavily though and he had a breathless feeling. Today was June 10. If it was really Alice, and not some look-alike, that would make it exactly ten years since she left—ten years since she walked out on him, leaving him holding their toddler, Mia.

  The first three years he had been glad to see the back of her but for the last couple of years or so he had been yearning for answers and some closure. He did not know if he would understand her reasons for leaving. She had left him a hastily worded letter. He certainly wanted a few questions cleared up.

  "I think we should ignore her," Mia said. "If she comes here, we should slam the door in her face."

  "Mia," Carson looked at her sternly, "I don't want you talking like that about your mom." He looked at Mia's spirited piquant face and at the sparks that were flying behind her eyes. He saw a little bit of Alice in her, especially now that she was angry.

  "She's not my mom. She's a mother," Mia said slowly and deliberately. "She's just a biological mother. She's the equivalent of a sperm donor..."

  "Enough!" Carson said to his daughter, watching as she bristled with indignation.

  "Mia, obviously I can't tell you how to feel about Alice but she is still your mother." He paused. He did not even know how he felt about Alice. If you looked too closely at his emotions, they would not pass scrutiny either.

  "Aunt Ruby said that she was a heartless person who doesn't deserve us and that..."

  "Ruby shouldn't be telling you anything about Alice. She didn't know her." Carson cut in before Mia could continue. He knew that behind all the bravado and sneering was a little girl who longed to have a female figure in her life. He would have to have a talk with Ruby, Ian's wife, or ask Ian to talk to her. She should not be poisoning Mia's impressionable mind about her mother, even if her mother deserved it.

  He looked over the invoices on his desk and leaned back in his chair. The briskness with which he had been tackling the paper work was now gone. He felt a sense of doom and helplessness that he had not started the day with. He felt this way only because Alice was back.

  He looked at Mia, who was chewing her fingernails, devouring them as if they were food. It was a habit he had spent the last six months trying to get her to quit.

  "I am going to band practice," he said to her. "Want to come?"

  "No," Mia said, "I want to talk."

  "Okay," he said, packing up the papers that were strewn across his desk. "What do you want to talk about?"

  He glanced at the clock. Every Wednesday at five, they had band practice upstairs in his building. He had a huge warehouse up there, and one of the first things he and the guys had done to the vast expanse was to create a space for the band. They had put up dry walls to partition the space where they practiced and painted it into a bright yellow. They added a bathroom, a kitchenette, and a small room with two single beds, just in case anybody needed to crash there. As time went by, someone had carried a television so that they did not miss the news or sports. Soon more and more odds and ends had found themselves up there. Last year they added a pool table. They even had a small office, a notice board, and a soundproof room for recording.

  His mechanic shop and auto parts store was near downtown Montego Bay. It was conveniently located so all the band mem
bers could stop by on their way from work. Sometimes they stopped by just to hang out. The space had its own entrance and everybody had his own keys.

  "I want to talk about her," Mia said softly, after a long pause that almost made him forget that he had asked the question.

  Carson sighed, "Mia, can we talk about her when we get home? I'll tuck you into bed and I will answer all the questions I possibly can."

  "Promise?" Mia asked, twirling her ponytail.

  "Promise." He came around the desk and hugged her to him. She burrowed her face in the front of his shirt.

  "I love you, Daddy."

  "I love you too, Muffin. Come upstairs and get me, if you need anything." He watched her as she slowly walked out of the office. Her slim frame was hovering between that of a child and a teenager. He would soon have to go bra shopping with her and discuss changes in her body, and boys, and all of the things that he did not think he would have to tackle alone at this stage of her life, especially since she had a mother who was alive.

  He shook his head and watched, as she arched her neck toward him, her heart shaped face looked sad.

  "Have a good practice, Daddy."

  Sorrow and loneliness dripped off every word. Guilt, raw and unadulterated, gripped him. He felt as if he were abandoning her just by going upstairs. He tampered down that feeling. Mia knew she would always have him around, and though his natural inclination was to cocoon and shield her, he wanted her to grow up to be an independent woman, not clingy and needy. It was a tough balance to strike because sometimes he found himself wanting to be overprotective.

  "I am just going to be upstairs," he said softly. "I am not going anywhere. After that, we will go home. Don't eat any junk food at the Mart, okay. I am going to fix us dinner when we get home."

  She walked through the door and closed it softly. His confident Muffin was now acting like an abandoned child.

  Alice, oh, Alice. Why did you leave and why are you back? How long would you stay this time? Why are you even here? His mind churned up question after question.

  He got up from the desk and closed the drawers, pocketed the key, and headed toward the stairs in the middle of the building, and went up to band practice. Practice was the only thing that kept him sane through the years.

  When he neared the section of the warehouse where they had their room, he heard hearty laughter and then some singing. It was possible for the guys to all enter from the east side of the building and use their own keys. He did not even check the close circuit camera to see whose car was in the driveway. Usually everyone would eventually show up for practice. Well, everybody but his brother, Xavier, who had migrated to the United States eight years before. Of six members, the New Song Band now had five members.

  When he entered the brightly lit soundproof room, Ian was sitting around the drums playing with the drumsticks and laughing at something that Aaron had said.

  "Hey guys." He inhaled. It had hit him while coming up the stairs that his estranged wife may be back. Like a delayed reaction, his body felt edgy and uneasy.

  He sank down in one of the comfy beanbag chairs that was in the brightly lit room and flung his legs over the edge in an indolent pose that belied the war that was going on in his mind and with his emotions.

  "Tough day?" Aaron asked. He plucked a string on the guitar and raised his eyebrows at him.

  Carson shook his head, "It was okay as days go; renewed the contract to service the Palm Tree group of hotels. Thank you for looking out."

  "You deserve it. You are the best in Mobay. I had nothing to do with that," Aaron said. He was Executive Vice president of the Palm Tree group, and Carson knew he had everything to do with him getting the contract, but Aaron was always uncomfortable receiving compliments or gratitude, so Carson let it slide.

  Carson sighed, holding his head.

  "Something is wrong." Ian piped up. "Let it out, bro."

  "Mia just told me that she saw Alice," Carson said. There was a little tremor in his hand and his voice was shaky as well. Maybe he should not have come to practice after all. He needed a quiet place to process the fact that Alice was here.

  "Alice! Did somebody say Alice?" Melody asked incredulously. She and Logan walked into the room at the same time. "You have got to be kidding!" she said, putting down her handbag beside one of the fold out tables in the corner of the room and putting down a pastry box on it.

  "Unfortunately, no." Carson shook his head. "Not kidding. Not even remotely kidding."

  Melody shook her head. "I hope it's not her. I didn't know her, but I do know that I hate what she did to you and Mia." Her pretty face scrunched into a frown as she considered Carson sympathetically.

  She turned around and rummaged through her bag then held up some papers. She stapled a schedule to their notice board.

  "Okay guys. As your unofficial band secretary and Girl Friday, I have to beseech you to read the schedule. You missed the Bethel Church's Harvest and the pastor was not pleased. You guys are professionals now and are under good management." she said sternly. "I know that you all can read, so read the notice board."

  She rubbed her hands together. "I am super excited to say that we have a high profile wedding in eleven months. Farrah Knight, the heiress, is getting married. It's a huge gig! So please, please represent well. Okay?"

  "Okay." They grinned as their self-appointed manager opened the pastry box and took out a donut.

  "I got plain donuts," she said biting into one. "It was a weak attempt to pacify myself that it is not as unhealthy as the ones with coating."

  She licked her lip and then bit into the donut. "Oh, by the way, I have the balance sheet stapled up here. She pointed to another sheet of paper on the notice board. We are in the black."

  "So can we set up a gym here then?" Logan asked. "I think it would be a wonderful idea to work out here."

  "No," Melody said, shaking her head, "You guys all have access to gyms and gym equipment. Bring the equipment here and work out. I want to spend the money on stuff to do with the band: traveling expenses, et cetera, and I want to talk about uniforms."

  Ian rolled his eyes. "I am not wearing any uniform, especially if it has anything to do with a suit and tie."

  Melody smirked. "We'll see about that." She picked up her bag. "Have a good practice." She waved at them and left.

  Logan blew kisses in her direction and smiled, looking at his other band mates. "The Bible is right: ‘He that findeth a wife findeth a good thing.’" He headed to the mini fridge and took out a bottle of water.

  Carson snorted. "I beg to differ."

  "Oh, yes." Logan loosened his tie, and looked back at Carson, "Mia claimed that she saw Alice."

  "But Mia doesn't know Alice." Ian chipped in. "She may have seen somebody who looks like a picture she has seen of her."

  Carson shrugged. "I don't know. The person made enough of an impact to spook Mia and the lady was asking about me."

  Aaron put down the guitar and picked up the saxophone. "I hope it's her and she's really here. Then you can move on with your life. Get a divorce. Marry that girl at church who has been making bug eyes at you since forever. What's her name again?"

  "Pat," Carson said softly. "Patsy Henry."

  Ian snorted, "I don't like her for you. She's too... something, can't pinpoint what it is."

  "She's not Alice." Logan said raising his eyebrows at Ian. "That's a big negative right there."

  "No," Ian said frowning. "I don't mind if Carson moves on with somebody else. Ten years is a long time. I often encouraged him to do so through the years. I think Alice was cold hearted and..."

  "Here we go again." Carson sighed, "Ian, I know what you think and I know what Ruby thinks too. By the way, tell her to stop feeding bad information about Alice to Mia."

  Carson looked at his watch. "Where is Jayce? It's almost five-twenty. I can't stay too late tonight. I have a vulnerable, needy little girl who needs some daddy time."

  "She needs some mommy time if you a
sk me." Ian snorted, "And I won't be telling Ruby anything. We were all there when Alice was around, Carson. We remember. We are your family. We had to pick up the pieces when that poor excuse of a woman left. Remember how it was, Aaron?" Ian asked earnestly.

  Aaron nodded solemnly. "Carson was a wreck, wasn't eating or sleeping."

  Logan was sipping on his water quietly. He touched Carson on his shoulder. "I am here if you need anything, Bud."

  Carson nodded. "Yes, I know."

  He sighed and leaned back in the chair, clasping and unclasping his hand. He remembered how it was too. Oh Lord, did he remember. At first he understood but as the years went by without contact with Alice, he had gotten a bit bitter. He had concluded that Alice had never loved him enough to stay.

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