Single Mama's Got More Drama. Kayla Perrin

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      For Leslie Gray, a longtime friend

       and newly single mother.

       You’re beautiful, funny and talented,

       and you deserve nothing but the best.

      Here’s to never settling and to hoping

       that your true Mr. Right comes along.

      I love you!

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Prologue

      “Ms. Cain?”

      “Hello,” I said, sitting up straight when I heard the voice on the other end of my line. It was Tassie Johnson’s lawyer. My heart filled with hope after the message I’d left for him. I finally had a way to come up with the cash necessary to buy out Tassie’s estranged husband’s share of my condo, and hoped that her lawyer was calling to tell me that we had a deal.

      I give Tassie Johnson a nice sum of cash. She leaves me the heck alone forever.

      “I’ve spoken with my client,” Bradley Harris said.

      I crossed my fingers. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. My headache with Tassie was about to be over.

      “However, Tassie asked me to tell you that she is rejecting your offer.”

      “What?” For a few seconds, I couldn’t even think. Couldn’t understand. Then I saw red. “How can she reject my offer? Those were her terms. If I bought her out, I could keep the condo.”

      “Yes, but she’s had a change of heart. She feels, having had time to fully consider the matter, that she would like to relocate to South Beach.”

      “And my apartment,” I remarked sourly. That evil, evil—

      “Your shared property.”

      Shared property, my ass. “So in other words,” I began, anger brewing inside me like hot water in a kettle, “Tassie Johnson’s only interest is in screwing me over. Do me a favor—tell her to stick it where the sun don’t shine. Oh—and tell her I want my hat back.”

      And then I hung up.

      If Tassie Johnson wanted a fight, it was on.

      It was while I was gazing at the engagement ring Lewis had given me that I thought of something. Rather, made sense of something.

      The day Alaina and I had gone to Atlanta, we’d seen Tassie near Eli’s casket in the funeral home. I remembered that I’d seen a man beside her, offering comfort—an attractive man.

      Tassie had tried to smear me in the media, making me out to be a manipulative slut while she’d been the doting wife, but it was unlikely that she had been sitting around waiting for Eli’s return for seven years. She was an extremely attractive woman, one who could have her pick of men.

      She could have cheated on Eli for all I knew. What if she had some skeletons in her closet that she didn’t want exposed?

      There was one way to find out.

      I searched for the Miami Herald reporter’s card and dialed her number.

      “Cynthia? This is Vanessa Cain,” I said without preamble when she picked up.

      “Hello, Vanessa.”

      “You said that you’d help me out if I ever needed anything. Well, I need something.”

      When I replaced the receiver five minutes later, I was smiling.

      If anyone could help me bring Tassie Johnson down, it was Cynthia.

      It was high time I played dirty.

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      Ten days later

      I was locking the door to my condo when I sensed them. Sensed them and knew they meant trouble.

      Securing my keys in the palm of my hand, I immediately reached down and scooped up my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Rayna, who was standing to my left. It was an instinctive, protective gesture—because I knew this was going to be bad.

      Then, fearing the worst, I slowly turned.

      My stomach lurched. Standing behind me were two very large men. One African-American, one Caucasian. Both looking like they abused steroids and had just escaped from prison.

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