“Nice one, Dr. White, you’ve got some acting chops!” Ynda pats Hogan on the shoulder “Right back


    at ya.”


    Lizetta looked at Hogan, puzzled, “Weren’t you off doing medical aid? What brings you here?”


    “Just got back. Was worried about you girls being here, just in case, so I left the security guy my


    number to ring me up if there’s any trouble. Let’s get out of here.”


    Hogan bent down to pick up tworge luggage bags and headed downstairs first, “Don’t lift a finger; I’ll


    come back for the rest.”


    As his tall figure descended, Ynda nudged Lizetta with her shoulder.


    “Remington’s given you a lift home before too, right? But I never saw him leave his number like that. Dr.


    White’s really quite a catch, uh!”


    Lizetta mped her hand over Ynda’s mouth, “You’re quite the actress yourself. Hurry up and pack;


    you really want him toe back up here?!”


    She grabbed two cardboard boxes, and Ynda, knowing she didn’t want to talk about it, dropped the


    subject.


    After they load everything into the trunk of Hogan’s car, they all hopped in, and he said, “Finding a


    temporary rental could be tough. I happen to have a two–bedroom ce nearby that’s just sitting


    empty. Why don’t you check it out?”


    Before Lizetta could reply, Hogan seemed to anticipate her concerns and added, “Don’t worry. I won’t


    let you crash for free. You’ll pay rent. It’s not good for the ce to be empty anyway, and a little extra


    cash never hurts. Plus, you can help me keep an eye on it – it’s a win–win.”


    Lizetta felt it was not quite right, but he’d made his offer so generously, and after all, Ynda was in


    this mess because of her. Finding a spotst minute was a hassle.


    “That would be a great help, Hogan.”


    Hogan’s ce was obviously top–notch in terms of light,yout, and decor.


    Lizetta, nning to study abroad in just a month or two, had thought about renting a ce with Ynda


    after her divorce. A two–bedroom apartment would be perfect.


    As they emerged from the bedroom, Lizetta turned to Hogan, “Let’s get the rental agreement signed,


    Hogan.”


    Hogan chuckled, “No rush. It’s almost noon after all this running around. Let’s grab some lunch. I’ll


    have someone prepare the contract and call you when it’s ready.”


    “Then Ynda and I will treat you to lunch.”


    Hogan, knowing her straightforwardness, raised an eyebrow and agreed.


    Lizetta picked out a trendy restaurant nearby. Once they were at the restaurant and had ordered,


    Lizetta raised her ss, “Hogan, thanks for all your help today. I’ll toast you with water instead of wine.”


    Smiling, Hogan was about to respond when a soft, melodic voice cut in, “Hogan, what are you doing


    with these two?”


    Shirley stood a few steps away, decked out in a new sparkling dress from Brand X, clutching a tinum


    bag, looking down her nose at them.


    She red at Lizetta, thinking, “This woman is born to be wild. She climbs into Remi’s bed and now


    she’s trying to snag Hogan too?”


    Ynda’s good mood vanished. She picked up her ss and said, “Haven’t seen you in ages, and


    you’re still stepping out without brushing your teeth? How about a free mouthwash to rinse out that


    stink?”


    She gestured as if to throw the water at Shirley, who scrambled back, nearly tripping over in her high


    heels.


    “It would be a waste of water to douse you,” Ynda wore a look that read “you’re not worth it“, and


    casually took a sip of her water.


    Shirley, red–faced with anger yet managing to hold back tears, looked to Hogan with her eyes welling


    up, “Hogan, they are bullying me.”


    Lizetta almost broke out in goosebumps from Shirley’s suddenly whiny tone.


    Hogan kept a straight face, “Ms. Shirley Dashiell, she who flirts is cheap.”


    Shirley was stunned, not getting it, and Ynda couldn’t help butugh.


    “The bimbo obviously didn’t catch that. Liz, do the honors and recite the whole thing for her.”


    Prodded by Ynda, Lizetta reluctantly began, “She who flirts is cheap. If you start trouble, you can’t


    me anyone when you get hit.”


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    Ynda added, “Let me trante for you. Being frivolous and impetuous degrades yourself. Better


    repent sooner thanter, esteemed Ms. Shirley Dashiell.”


    In a sh, Shirley’s face turned from red to white, and tears started to fall, “You guys are


    too much!”


    She turned and ran toward the door, “Remi, Eve, I’m being bullied!”


    At the moment, a few more people walked in, with the most striking being a tall, handsome man


    apanied by a delicate woman. It was Remington and Evelina.


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    Joined at the hip, those lovebirds.