Blurb
Unforeseen hurdles threaten her ability to follow through with her plans, and life as she knows it becomes a memory. From that point onward, every choice she makes will seal her fate.
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She heard keys rattling and the front door
opened. Samira poked her head out in the hallway.
“Hi.” Amy closed the door, walked to the
kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.
“I was starting to think that I’d be eating
dinner alone,” Samira said smiling.
“I went by Eric’s place to get the rest of my
things.” Amy left the kitchen and went into the living room.
“How did it go?”
“Not good.” She shrugged. “But I got my
stuff. That’s all that matters.” Amy slouched on the sofa, kicked off her heels
and folded her feet on the sofa. Samira sat down next to her.
“He seemed nice when I met him.”
Amy huffed. “They’re always nice when you
introduce them to your friends and family, but ‘come see me, and come live with
me’ are two different things. We could’ve worked it out if he was less
attentive, more considerate and polished up on his communication skills.”
Samira snickered, “You know most woman would
kill to have a man who’s attentive.”
“Good for them! They can have him. Eric wants
to know where I am and who I’m with at all times. I can’t live like that. I had
a father who already raised me and I’m not looking for another one.”
Samira chuckled. “I bet you wished that
fairytales would have warned you about guys like that.”
“Yes, it would’ve been nice. While you’re in
Africa, bring back a tall, tanned, muscle-bound hunk for me.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Amy laughed and hit her with a throw pillow
she grabbed from the sofa. “I’m just glad the other person you were going to
have as a roommate changed her mind. I needed to get away from him.”
“I’m glad too. The last thing I need is some
random person going through my stuff while I’m not around.”
“Dido, if I had to spend another day at
Eric’s place, I would’ve lost my mind. He’s too into me.” Amy took a sip of her
drink and put it on the accent table beside the sofa.
“You don’t have to worry about me in regards
to that. At least here, you’ll get to keep your sanity.” Samira eased back on
the sofa.
About the Author
Mila A. Ballentine is a mystery writer who doesn't shy away from writing about things that grasp the core of her imagination. She studied Creative Writing and Communication Arts at a City University of New York. Her writing is an extension of her mind’s eye and there is always an element of truth in each of her books. When she's not writing, she enjoys traveling or doing anything that allows her to put her creative energy to use.
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