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But wait! There's more! I know you guys miss these two (potential) love birds, so without further "ado", here's a peek at Step Ten: Show Him What You're Workin' With.

WARNING: This is unedited and missing lots of details, but at least it's a fix :)

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Catrina

I stared at the page. Read the lines for the 10th time, fully expecting a word or sentence to change. I knew it wasn't possible, but it didn't stop my heart from hoping.

So many questions. Accusations. What did they matter if the conclusion remained: Brad and Angelina were over.

I clutched the magazine to my chest one last time.

"We leave you for one minute and already you're looking like a crazy person. What are you doing? I hope you aren't trying to steal that!"

"Do you see this?" I held the delicate pages up to Maia's face. "Brad and Angie are done-zo. I mean, if their love didn't last, what hope do the rest of us have?"

Maia accepted my offering with a skeptical glance.

"Oh, these are the U.N. people."

"Umm, yeah. I think they do some work with the United Nations."

"No, I mean they have kids from like, every country."

"Shut up, Maia."

"What? Am I wrong?"

"You're missing the point."

"Which is?"

"Why do I even bother?" I jammed the glossy gossip back into an over stuffed shelf. "Where's--"

"There you are. We were looking for you."

I turned at the sound of my mom's voice, only to have my breath catch in the back of my throat. There she stood, beaming as a man who could only be described as "hot sex on a platter", smiled shyly at her side.

Damn, if he wasn't the incarnation of my ideal type:
Lebron James' height. Check.
LL Cool J lips. Check.
Michael Ealy eyes. Check.
Idris Elba swag. Check.
Adorable ears. Wait, what?

"Catrina, this is Mitchell, Ms. Pauline's son. You know, the one I told you about. The one you said must be--"

"Hi. Nice to finally meet you." I cut my eyes at her and extended a hand.

"Same here. I've heard a lot about you."

Oh God.

His hand encompassed mine. His voice sought to do the same. And me? I had the distinct feeling that if I didn't get away, he'd talk me into an orgasm amidst a row of candy bars.

MORE COMING SOON....... :)