Love T.K.O.

Yasmin Ohaji hated blind dates. Suffering through stilted conversation and dressing up to impress some man she'd probably never see again was not her idea of a good time, but when her sister had said she had the "perfect guy" for her, Yasmin had reluctantly given in. Imani had never steered her wrong and since she could spot a playboy a mile away, Yasmin had decided to give it a shot.

After playing phone tag for a month, she had agreed to meet Cecil Manning at the Laurdel Lounge. The city councilman, like most up-and-coming politicians, talked a good game, but Yasmin had her doubts about the divorced bachelor from Boston. She wasn't pessimistic by nature, but she wasn't expecting much to come of their date. Some good conversation and a nice meal would suffice. Anything more would be icing on the cake.

Yasmin followed the hostess past the smoky bar toward the dining area. Ignoring the tingling in her feet, she lifted her head and arched her shoulders. There was no telling who was watching and she didn't want anyone to know the high heels were sucking the life out of her. But that's what she got for listening to a commission-hungry shoe salesman with pretty-boy looks.

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