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You, me, and your girlfriend?

After years of swearing off men, K.C. Martin hit gold when Andre asked for her phone number one day at the local post office. What she didn't anticipate was a package postmarked ex. She has finally allowed herself to feel alive again and give in to what he's offering. Short lived is her vision of 'Perfect' when suddenly, along comes an ex-girlfriend, attempted murder and a murder suspect on the loose. K.C. wonders if 'Perfect' has a place in her life. Experience the emotions, the highs and the lows along with K.C., as she is forced to choose whether love is worth fighting for or if 'perfect' really means being alone.

He stared at her, lost for words. Finally, after they stood glaring at one another he spoke, “I’ve had about enough of this. If you can honestly
stand there and say that you believe what just came out of your mouth, after I’ve given you nothing but my all, then I guess that we have no more than
what she and I had or thought we had.”
“I thought you said you never compared the two of us.”
“I don’t, but you obviously do.” He shook his head and walked out onto the deck where he sat in one of the high back chairs.
Somehow he knew this was the argument that could end it all for them. He saw it in her eyes, in the body language. He knew that she was tired of Desiraé’s games. Hell, so was he but his hands were tied. He’d done all that he knew to do. In the end it’s never enough, he thought.
K.C. stood frozen in the spot she’d occupied for the duration of the conversation. For the first time since the argument started she realized that she’d said some things that she shouldn’t have.
She walked over to the patio door, stopping as she looked out and saw that André had his head back against the chair with his eyes closed.
She knew she’d hurt him by just looking at the way he sat in the chair. She stepped out to apologize. “André…I didn’t mean--”
He held up his hand without looking at her or opening his eyes. “Yes you did, K.C. Its okay. At least now I know where your faith in me stands.”
“André…”


“Really, its okay. At least we know now instead of later, before we involved any other lives.”
“What does that suppose to mean?” she asked crossing her arms across her breast.


“Nothing.”


“Are you going to talk to me?”
“I’ve said all that I’m going to say, K.C., Right now I’m not up to arguing with you. I have tried and quite honestly, I’m tired of having to prove to you that I love you. Other than being with you and telling you that I love you, I don’t know what else there is to do. I keep telling you that I’m where I wanna be and that is with you. I breathe, crave and desire you. I would die for you if it came down to that. I love you, but I can’t prove it every single day, K.C. I have been nothing but faithful to you. I can’t do this anymore. The one thing that I’ve learned about you is when you get something in that head of yours there’s nothing anyone can say or do that will convince you otherwise. I have told you over and over again that there has been nothing between Desiraé and myself since I’ve gotten involved with you,” he paused, “I stopped dealing with her before I even approached you. I refuse to spend the rest of my life defending myself where she or any other woman is concerned. I’m sorry but I just can’t do that anymore.”
She knew that she’d said too much earlier but she refused to let him accuse her of something that wasn’t true. “I have never asked you to defend yourself, André. I’ve never asked you for anything.”


Maybe that’s the problem. You’re too damned proud to ask for anything, K.C. You always have to be in control. No one else can do it quite like you can, huh? Well, guess what? I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to convince you that you are the one I want in my life. That should be obvious by now but it isn’t.”
She stood stunned at all that he’d said. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. What he said was true and it hurt none-the-less. She turned and stumped back into the house. She got her keys and headed toward the garage. André heard the car start and pull out of the garage. He squeezed his eyes tighter and sat as if someone had drained the life out of him.