Chapter 11

May Cross sneered coldly, her voice dripping with contempt. “I knew you men are all the same. Don’t tell me you’re interested in Tia Brown too? I saw the way she looked at you that day—it was obvious she’d already hooked you!” Norwell Martinez, visibly flustered, waved his hands in protest, desperate to avoid any trouble. “May, you can’t just say things like that!” Hargrove Myers, unable to listen any longer, interrupted in a low, clear voice. “That’s enough. All of...