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(phone buzzing)

What now, Dana?

Did you spend time with Izaiah yet

or are you still dragging your feet?

Already handled. We've got a meeting on the books,

so you can stop breathing down my neck.

On the books?

This isn't some routine cavity fill, Ted.

Hey, I don't do cavities.

I rebuild faces.

Speaking of which...

The point is that boy needs to be reminded

that his girlfriend's daddy

has a good standing in this community,

that he'd be marrying into a family

with roots and not rumors.

I'm serious, Ted.

Izaiah is smitten with our daughter.

And he's son-in-law material.

Trust me on this.

Okay, you can save the stump meeting, Dana.

I've already figured out a way to connect with him.

One that doesn't require your input.

Hi. I'm here for Dr. Ted Richardson.

Should be a reservation under that name.

I'm sorry, sir,

I don't see a reservation for Dr. Richardson.

For real?

My uncle didn't book any tables, man.

He had... Dinner's not what he had in mind.

Okay.

Uh, what's he got in mind?

Hoops. Yeah, the court's already been reserved.

Looks like the doc is drafting himself a squad of ringers.

Mm-hmm. Thank God.

Yeah, I was bracing myself

for some awkward cross-examination

over an overpriced watercress salad.

This is way more my speed.

So I take it things are going well between you and my cousin?

Yeah. Yeah, they are.

Eva, man, she's... she's different.

In a good way.

Yeah, but I wasn't expecting her pops

to hit me with this random invite.

You know, it kind of came out of nowhere.

Yeah, that's Uncle Ted.

Hey, he's been trying extra hard

since he found out Eva's his daughter.

? I was a closed door ?

? Nighttime, nobody home... ?

Look who it is- Fairmont Crest's

finest bookworm.

Boy, please. That title expired.

That's too bad.

Because my plan was to crack open

Carl Ivati's new one while I eat.

It just dropped online.

Stop playing. Already?

He's cranking 'em out, fast and furious.

I'm surprised I have to tell you, though.

You're slipping, Eva.

Wow.

So, one week off book talk

and suddenly I'm irrelevant?

Hey, I don't make the rules.

I've had a lot on my mind lately, okay?

But listen, if you can put your literary flex

on pause for just a minute...

...there's something serious I need to talk to you about.

? ?

(knocking at door)

Got some scheduling notes for you. I'll be out

the rest of the week with that family thing I told you about.

I remember. I'm not trying to blow you off,

but I really got to get going.

I got a court reserved at the country club.

Then I will send you the info.

Or... you could ride with me.

We could knock out the schedule on the way.

Are you really volunteering to get embarrassed today?

All right, all right, well, procedures are done for the day.

Which leaves me plenty of time to kick your ass

-and reclaim my crown. -Mm.

Only crown you ever wore was, uh,

king of airballs.

Mm, look who is talking, Dr. Deadweight.

By the time you get to the rim,

AARP will have mailed your invite.

Mm.

Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?

You mean your money?

What you got in mind?

-Loser buys lunch for a week. -Okay.

Well, I hope your wallet has more stamina than your legs,

'cause it's going to get cooked even worse than you are.

Yeah, we'll see.

So, how's Kat's condo hunting going?

You raised a sweet girl with exquisite taste.

Aw, thank you.

And impossibly high standards.

Never mind.

We might as well be shopping on the Moon.

That bad?

Try impossible.

I've shown her half the city.

Penthouses with rooftop pool, skyline views,

ceilings high enough to host Cirque du Soleil,

even wine cellars bigger than most people's apartments,

and still nothing sparks joy.

What I find strange is that she's even looking at all.

On Valentine's Day, she was busy texting Tomas

and they set up a late-night date, but not once

did she mention cohabitating.

Now she's ready to play house?

Well, far as I know, she's not planning to move in with him.

She's been eyeing places for herself, as in solo.

I thought she loved living with Chelsea.

Seems like that honeymoon's over.

Well, look at God.

My lucky day.

Just the person I wanted to see.

Dinner's here.

And don't pass out, but...

it's on yours truly.

Hayley, using that black card that I gave you

and paying out of your own pocket

are two entirely different things.

I know that, Mr. Funny Guy.

I paid for that with my own hard-earned money.

My blackjack winnings!

Okay, well, in that case, I won't argue.

And see, I knew the casino would be the perfect

anniversary surprise, but what I didn't know

is that my wife is a secret card shark.

I mean, what can I say?

Maybe it's beginner's luck, or...

maybe I'm just that good.

Good looking, that is.

Either way, this is my way of thanking you

for planning such an amazing,

-perfect getaway. -Well...

You know, in all honesty...

we shouldn't need an anniversary, you know?

We should celebrate what we have every day.

You know, I lost focus for a while.

You know, got caught up in the... the work,

the clients, the... all the cases.

But moving forward, I'm gonna do better.

Babe, you're being too hard on yourself.

You're an amazing husband.

Yeah, but

I don't just want to be the husband you deserve.

You know?

I want to be the man that I should have been all along.

You know, one who's, you know, never too busy,

never too distracted, you know, always present.

Which is why I'm wondering, um...

You think you're ready to start trying for a baby again?

If I never see you again,

it'll be too damn soon.

Why can't you just crawl back into the gutter

that you oozed out of

and leave me the hell alone?

I wasn't talking to you, naughty Nikki,

or to your boring-ass alter ego

Dr. Nicole Dupree,

with her PhD in pretension.

I was speaking with

Joey Armstrong's mouthpiece over here.

I'm no one's mouthpiece.

Joey may be an investor in your clinic,

but he's my partner,

in every sense of the word.

So, I suggest you tread lightly

and refrain from calling me anything outside my name.

Okay, I see you.

Blondie's got some bite.

Oh, pardon moi.

Ms. Vanessa McBride.

Wow. Go off, girl.

Can you just get to the point

so we both can be free of you?

(mocking vocalizing)

I am requiring the assistance of Vanessa

for the next phase of my project.

Your project? I thought this was your baby.

LESLIE: Oh, it is. And even babies

need a godmother

who is exceptionally well-connected.

I'm preparing to announce

the official opening date of the clinic,

And I need every major news outlet

in the DMV lined up.

Hell, honey, I'll even take a Real Housewife or two.

The more the merrier.

I mean, it is my grand debut.

So, can I count on you to...

...tap into your network?

Absolutely...

not.

The day I hand you the microphone

is the day hell freezes over.

There's no way I'm allowing you anywhere near the press.

My dad set up a meeting with Izaiah today.

Oh.

And that's supposed to be a problem?

My stepdad Alan never vetted my boyfriends.

He didn't even care enough to ask questions

about me or my life, but...

Ted's a different story.

He's making up for lost time, and I just don't know

how far he'll take it.

Eva, your dad just wants to look out for you.

And that's sweet, in theory.

Look, you're the guy dating his other daughter,

so be straight with me.

What should I or Izaiah expect?

We did have a couple of conversations.

A friendly couple?

If by "friendly," you mean "terrifying."

First, all the men in the family ambushed me

at Chelsea's fashion show.

Oh, God.

And later,

I had a one-on-one with Ted.

And honestly, it was

one of the most uncomfortable conversations of my life.

I knew it.

What did he say?

He called me out.

About... sleeping with you.

Eva's relationship with Ted is everything to her.

I just wish the rest of the folks here

showed her the same respect.

Yeah, most do.

All things considered, of course.

Now, if Nicole wanted to have a grudge against her,

then she'd have every right to.

But the only real holdup is my cousin Kat.

-And that's just Kat. -Yeah.

I mean, even she catches heat because of her mom,

but they're nothing alike.

-Yeah. Yeah, I'll give you that. -Now, don't get me wrong,

I'm not saying she's a saint.

She's the first to admit she messed up, but she owns it.

Yeah.

You know, she's lucky to have someone like you in her corner.

It's like she has her own personal hype man.

Nah. Nah, I'm the one who's lucky.

Yeah, okay.

Well, we'll see if you feel like you're still

just as much of a team player when we hit that court.

Yeah. Yeah, about that- I, uh...

Not exactly dressed to be dropping buckets right now.

Yeah, Uncle Ted should have given you a heads-up.

But the good news is this place has a pro shop.

-Of course it does. -Yeah.

Come on, bro, let's get you laced up proper.

All right.

I am talking steak houses and fine dining.

No hospital cafeterias, food courts or buffets.

Oh, I agree. We're talking appetizers,

top-shelf drinks and desserts included.

I'm gonna be eating like royalty.

Please, with those glass ankles?

Let's settle this with a professional opinion, hmm?

Dr. Rollins.

Uh, ankle sprains in basketball

come from rugged play, right?

All the greats deal with it.

-Did-did you just say "greats"? -Well...

Please tell me you didn't put yourself

in the same sentence as Steph Curry and Jason Tatum.

All right, school him, Doc.

Tell him pros don't roll their ankles

in silly pickup games.

You guys hoop?

Uh, used to.

Yeah, our monthly all-doctor league

got so competitive you'd think it was the Final Four.

Well, if you start back up, let me know.

-I'd be down. -Oh.

Are you any good?

I played high school ball,

made it to the state championship game.

But did you win?

Tell me, how many state championship games

did you play in?

Uh, uh...

that-that'd be none.

Well, we're leaving for the club right now.

So, if you're not afraid to get embarrassed, lace up.

Correction.

You're gonna be the one who's embarrassed.

I'll see you there.

Really, Carlton?

Let's not forget who first gave Joey this idea.

By all rights, my name should be splashed across

the front of that building

in big, block letters.

But Joey

put the kibosh on that.

Rightfully so.

Whatever he says, I am still

the face of that clinic, period.

Oh. So this is like performative philanthropy?

You know, when those, uh, movie stars get caught

cheating on their wives and then end up

ladling at soup kitchens with cameras?

Have you ever seen anything sadder?

I'm assuming that's rhetorical.

Who better to do a performance lecture

than a Dupree?

You know, your whole damn family

could teach a master class on that.

Careful, Leslie.

Nikki came out last time you goaded me

to put my hands on you.

You do remember how that ended, didn't you?

Leslie...

if you want my help, you need to leave.

Now.

Well, since I got what I came here for...

Ta-ta, ladies.

So much fun.

God, I despise that woman.

Let me get this straight.

My dad actually grilled you

about the little hiccup we had?

Gosh, that's mortifying.

Look, when he came at me about it,

I wanted to crawl under a rock.

Yeah, it wasn't a picnic on my end, either.

For a minute, I thought he might bludgeon me

with his racket right then and there.

He threatened you?

Not outright, just implied.

Made it very clear that if I ever hurt

either of his daughters again,

we'd have a problem.

So he was actually worried about me and not just Kat?

That feels good to hear.

But now I'm nervous about Izaiah.

You shouldn't be.

He seems like a stand-up guy.

Well, he is.

Which is why I don't want my dad to scare him off.

All right, gentlemen.

Carlton and I are captains.

Stakes are simple: week's worth of lunches.

Pressure is on.

Say less.

I'm running up that scoreboard.

Gonna make this easy for you, Doc.

No, no, see, that's the energy I like.

You with me.

Uh, did I mention, uh, I get the first pick?

Well, that's fine. Just means I need

a youngster on my team to make it even,

-and I'm going with Andre. -Mm-hmm.

Let's go, baby.

And just 'cause we share the same DNA doesn't mean

that I'm gonna pull punches.

Family don't mean a damn thing on the court.

Okay, well, in that case, I'll take Kial.

Man says he's championship material.

Let's see if he lives up to the hype.

See if he can cash those checks

he's been writing with his mouth.

Oh, I'm going to cash 'em.

-Don't worry about that. -Oh!

Whoa, like three on two? How's that fair, Unc?

Yeah, I-I'm not your unc anymore.

-That's a you problem. -CARLTON: That's all right.

There's always hungry guys around the court.

Let's recruit.

Let's go.

Got more than bragging rights riding on this game.

Don't let me down.

Yes. I will have the new brief drafted tomorrow, okay?

Yeah, you're welcome. Bye.

Goodness.

Sorry about that.

You know, some clients can be so needy.

No, it's-it's fine.

Gave me a chance to gather my thoughts.

Bill, I didn't know you were

ready to try for another child.

We talked about it, Hayley.

You coming off birth control after the holidays?

Yeah, that was before the attack.

I'm just coming back from it.

I know. Okay. But I'm-I'm not

asking you to walk out of here pregnant today.

I wouldn't mind a little practice, though.

Okay, all jokes aside,

we just moved back into the house.

I want us to feel normal again

before adding a child, and...

...after the miscarriage.

I just want everything to be right.

Yeah. Well, so do I.

Okay, then why rush and cut corners?

I need to get the green light from my doctor that...

that there are no hidden side effects.

Yeah, that's probably wise.

Yeah, and you should get checked, too.

Those blood test results that you got

were a little wonky.

I need to make sure your fertility wasn't impacted.

Yeah, I feel fine, you know, strong as ever.

Well, I... You know, I suppose it couldn't hurt.

So, if we both get the all-clear, you'll be ready?

Of course.

I mean, what better way to celebrate our love than,

you know, creating a child

that's the perfect blend of us both, hmm?

For over a year, that woman

has been wreaking havoc

on everyone I care about.

And what's her punishment?

An inheritance. From my mother, no less.

And now she has you polishing her halo

with this so-called clinic.

That wasn't my idea.

And I only agreed because it felt like a way to honor Doug.

I am not taking this out on you.

It is just so damn unfair.

She walks around here like she's bulletproof.

Her luck won't last forever.

But every second you spend obsessing over her

is a victory for Leslie.

I can't seem to get my mind on anything else

when the pungent odor of her narcissism

is clinging to the air like poison.

Then let's clear the air with a fresh subject.

Like...

your newly exciting love life.

-Vanessa... -Stop dragging your heels.

You already said yes to a double date with Joey and me.

It's time to lock it in.

EVA: You have a lot of faith. That is a hard path for me.

Like, totally overgrown.

(clears throat)

Don't you have somewhere to be?

-Mama, don't be rude. -TOMAS: It's fine.

I should be getting back to work anyway.

Ladies.

Bye-bye. Thanks for keeping my seat warm

and the air with your hot breath.

What is wrong with you?

Why would you chase him away like that?

Why would you want to have anything to do with a man

who chose your spoiled brat of a sister

over you is beyond me.

Because I'm an adult and I know how to be mature.

Maybe you should try it.

Yeah, well,

maybe you should think about optics.

You should be a little concerned about that,

because imagine if Izaiah came walking through that door

and saw you two with your big ol' heads stuck together.

My man don't spook easy.

And besides, that's not even a possibility,

because today he's spending time with my dad.

Thanks to me.

What does that mean?

Oh, my gosh, Mama, what did you do?

Hee, hee.

-You thinking what I'm thinking? -An infinity pool

so we can still swim when it's high tide?

Or...

my beautiful wife stretched out on the sand,

glowing, with her belly catching the sunlight.

Oh. That's some imagination you have.

No, no, it's not imagination, it's vision.

You deserve a pregnancy in paradise.

And when our little bundle of joy does arrive,

he or she can be an island baby.

-Hmm. -You know?

Falling asleep to reggae lullabies,

waking up to the crashing waves.

Mm. Well, that does sound nice.

You know, maybe

I can be an island baby myself and just...

stay there forever.

Mm. Well, as long as I'm there with you.

Oh, sorry. Uh, Caroline said

I could come in to discuss something with you.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Honey, you mind giving us a minute?

Of course.

Unless this has something to do with Lynette's case.

For the record, I was hungover when I agreed

to this little double date scheme of yours.

So you're claiming it's not binding?

-I'm just saying... -Nice try.

If you were drunk, I'd let you plead temporary insanity,

but a hangover is peak clarity.

You knew what you were signing up for.

Vanessa, I am not comfortable

spending an evening with Joey, and I sure as hell

don't want to put some poor man through that circus.

Everyone enjoys a walk on the wild side now and then.

You would know.

So believe me when I tell you it's not the end of the world.

At worst, it's a killer cocktail party story.

Emphasis on the "killer."

Rumors and speculation, none of it proven.

If you just show up, you'd see that for yourself.

You're not gonna let me out of this, are you?

You need this distraction.

Oh, is that what we're calling it now?

Oh, fine.

Let me call Carlton and see if he's available.

Man, I thought this was gonna be a friendly game.

Right. Yeah, at least they don't need trainers.

Docs just can treat their own injuries.

Who's injured? I'm just icing my wrist in prep for

all these lunches I have to collect.

More like a strain playing Hack-a-Shaq

every time somebody touched the ball.

My last three was money till somebody decided

to throw their entire body at me

and then had the nerve to say it wasn't a foul.

If you consider that playing hard,

then maybe your high school squad was playing hopscotch.

Mm. I guess we found out that white men really can't jump.

Okay, easy, guys, easy.

Are you sure you don't need an ice pack for that hammy?

Ah, more like a strain.

I should have let the ball go out of bounds

instead of diving for it.

Mm-hmm. I appreciate the hustle, though.

That was a good game, though.

-TED: Yeah. -And thank you for the invite.

Oh, wait, you're not, uh...

you're not leaving, are you? Huh?

Why don't you, uh, you and me, uh,

grab a beer, huh? Just you and me.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll see you there.

Hey, man, it looks like you're chopping it up with Ted

after all.

Good luck.

Mama, my love life isn't a game.

I beg to differ.

It's called the game of life,

which you and I have been excelling at recently.

You know damn well what I mean.

Relax.

I told Ted to step it up

and meet your man.

That's what daddies do.

No, that's what you do.

Meddle and stir the pot until it boils over.

Well, it was beneficial for you.

Okay, and what about Izaiah?

What if Dad comes at him sideways?

It could make him feel some type of way

and mess up everything.

Funny.

You spent years whining about not having

a father in your life,

and finally, you get one.

And here you are, upset.

Because if they don't vibe

it's me and Izaiah who pay the price.

And if they do,

then it just speeds things up.

Speeds what up?

(Leslie sighs)

Spring is too soon,

summer hot and humid.

Oh, but autumn... Mmm.

Baby girl.

The weather is just perfect.

Perfect for...

Oh! I can't believe you. You are still out here

plotting my wedding?

I do have an update on Lynette Wise's case,

and maybe it's best for Mrs. Hamilton to stay,

since you've been so close to her.

Of course. I-I care about Lynette.

She was there for me when I was attacked.

Okay, don't leave us hanging. What's the update?

Well, Lynette made it clear that

she wants me to get the charges dropped.

Every client wishes that we could wave a magic wand

and make their problems disappear,

but reality doesn't work like that.

Yeah? Well, people don't come to my firm for reality.

They come because we're known to make miracles happen.

Right. Which is why I couldn't ignore her request.

So I went back over everything,

dug deeper than before,

looking for leverage, loopholes-

anything that could turn the tide in our favor.

And?

What I uncovered surprised me.

Now I'm starting to see it real clear, Carlton.

You're not as laid back as folks think you are.

Soon as the game wasn't going your way,

you take cheap shots,

start playing dirty.

You know, I can see you, too.

Strutting around here like you're the second coming.

But let's get real.

You're only legendary in your own head.

It won't be too long before other folks peep that.

Other folks or one woman in particular?

All right, come on guys. Y'all really gonna let

a pickup game turn into World War III?

You both need to chill.

(phone buzzing)

Oh. Nicole.

NICOLE: Carlton, I was hoping

you were free for dinner this week.

Uh, regretfully, I'm not. I'll be out of town.

That is twice that you have turned me down.

One more time,

I'll have to think that you're playing hard to get.

I wouldn't do that.

Not to you.

I've got my niece's birthday, remember?

Oh, right. That destination celebration.

I forgot.

Well, I hope you have a great trip.

Thanks. Bye.

Hey, hold up.

Nicole just asked you out?

All I can say is...

all is fair in love and basketball.

Thank you.

Of course I'm talking about a wedding, sweetie.

Come on, we need to get that country club

on the books now if we want that prime date for the fall.

Okay, let's be clear.

If I ever decide to get married,

I pick when and where, not you.

I did not drop all that money on that membership

just to have my daughter rush off to some courthouse

to be like some common folk.

Izaiah and I aren't rushing into anything,

especially anytime soon.

But why wait, baby?

I mean, you two are perfect for each other.

And time don't do nothing but rob you of your years.

We like our independence,

having places of our own, our own lives.

Yeah, well, you know, independence is overrated.

And since you have your own place,

thanks to me, then...

why not

let Izaiah move in?

I mean, he would save some money.

-We don't need vows for that. -Hmm.

Yeah, but maybe you need it for things like

tax breaks, health insurance, security.

The real perks come when you- clink, clink-

lock it down, boo.

Okay, why are we even on this?

You're pushing this wedding agenda so hard

that I'm starting to think that it's not even about me.

Well, that is ridiculous. Who else would it be about?

You.

This feels awkward.

I'm glad you said it first.

Trust me. I was in your shoes yesterday,

sitting across from the woman in my life's family,

getting interrogated like it was NCIS.

-Damn. -Yeah.

So I'll spare you the small talk.

What are your intentions with my daughter?

Simple, sir.

My only goal is keeping Eva happy.

How, exactly?

By showing up,

taking her out and showing her she matters.

Really listening when the weight's on her.

Respecting her for the woman she is and

making sure she never doubts her worth.

Hmm.

That's a- that's a...

that's a good answer.

It's the truth.

Eva hasn't had it easy. I'm sure she's told you

what it was like for her growing up.

Yeah. I can't imagine going through

half of what she went through.

Neither can I.

Eva's mother is, uh,

the reason the phrase, uh, "brace yourself" exists.

But in spite of all that, Eva-

she didn't just survive. She came out stronger, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, she's special.

Realest thing I ever had in my life.

That's why I don't plan on being the fool who let that slip away.

Hmm. Good.

'Cause the last thing I want to see is her...

getting hurt again.

Same.

All right, that's good, but...

I guess you can understand why, uh, I'd be concerned

about her dating someone

with your history.

I've been digging into Lynette, and it's not what I found

that bothers me, it's what I didn't.

Go on.

Other than her birth certificate

and a couple of tax forms that she had

from when she worked at that bank,

she barely exists.

No paper trail, minimal social media.

It's like she dropped out of the sky

the day she walked into our office.

That's odd.

No, no, that's smart.

Hey, I've seen prosecutors weaponize a tweet,

a Facebook memory, even a damn Yelp review.

A client with any good sense scrubs their life clean

before it could be used against them.

So it doesn't bother you that she's a ghost?

Man, half the people that pay our retainers are ghosts.

I mean, are they guilty of every charge?

No. Innocent? Not by a long shot.

And it's not our job to judge.

It's just our job to keep them out of prison.

That is exactly why knowing more about Lynette matters.

And since she's kept me at arm's length,

I was thinking maybe she's confided in you.

Why would you think that?

I didn't mean any disrespect.

I just thought, since you two have bonded now...

Okay, we're not girlfriends who brunch together.

We just talked about the attack. That's it.

If she ever does open up to you, I hope I can count on

the boss's wife to share what she's learned.

ANDRE: You know what's wild?

I was ready to run interference for Izaiah

in case Uncle Ted was pressing him too hard.

Turns out the ones needing a referee were you and Kial.

Look, that was just two men talking a little smack.

Nothing serious.

We both know that you scrapping wasn't over just the game.

Andre, don't make this more than it is.

I'm just calling it for what it is.

And Aunt Nicole isn't here for all of that macho posturing.

You keep it up,

her choice isn't gonna be you or Kial.

She'll be moving on.

Since Carlton isn't available, looks like we are gonna

have to put our little double date experiment on hold.

-Mm, what a shame. -Uh-huh.

The disappointment is just pouring out of you.

I am devastated.

You do have at least one other viable option.

Oh, if you are talking about Kial...

(phone buzzing)

Well, speak of the devil.

Hello, Dr. Rollins.

Hi, Vanessa. I was wondering if you could help me out.

I know the lasting impression you got of me

was that blowup at Naomi and Jacob's wedding.

Not my proudest moment.

But that's not me anymore.

Look, I spent all those years out of state

working on myself, becoming a better man.

Look, as a man walking down his own road

back from mistakes, yeah,

I believe people can change, you know?

Right, and I'd never hurt Eva.

Yeah, we took a little minute to lock in, but now we're solid.

And I'm not here to play games.

I'm glad to hear it. And so was Eva's mother.

She's already out here calling you her future son-in-law.

Man, me and Eva been solid for what, like a few weeks?

-Mm-hmm. -(laughs)

Leslie, she's-she's joking about that.

Afraid not.

She doesn't joke about something she wants.

She'll move heaven, hell and half the DMV to make it happen.

Baby, of course there's something in it for me, okay?

Every mother dreams of her daughter just

being as beautiful as ever

in this long, white, couture gown-

preferably mermaid style with a train-

and walking down the aisle to her happily ever after.

So you'll be just as thrilled if

that happily ever after was with someone else instead of Izaiah?

Why on God's green earth

would you want to be with another man?

Izaiah is fo-ine.

He is handsome, he's tall,

he ain't got no baby mama drama, huh?

And he comes from the Hawthorns,

a family that's well respected,

and that is better than a come-up, baby-

that is a whole windfall.

Mm.

Every Hawthorne man except Izaiah happens to be a cop.

Convenient, right?

In case certain receipts ever surface

about your extracurriculars.

I don't know what you're implying.

Cat's been making noise again about

you skating on attempted murder.

Laura's case is still open.

Don't tell me you're not banking on Elon

burying anything that stains the family name.

Hmm.

Never thought about it, but I suppose

-that could be a nice perk. -Mm.

Which... would mean that it'd be beneficial

for Izaiah to hurry up and put a ring on it.

Except your plan won't work

because Izaiah and his daddy barely speak.

Yeah, well, weddings have a way of making families reconcile.

Now all you got to do is just nudge that boy

in the right direction.

What I gotta do is protect my relationship.

If you keep this up, you're going to push him away.

And if that happens, I will never forgive you.

Remember, Mama,

you taught me everything I know about revenge.

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