She knew someone’s finger was placed over it. She stepped into her old basketball sweat pants and put on a white wife-beater.ĭenise peered through the peep hole, but could see nothing. The cool breeze hit her she looked down at her blue and white boxers and sports bra it definitely wasn’t appropriate to open a door in.

It couldn’t be housekeeping it was too late.ĭenise rose from the comfortable spot her body had created in the plush hotel bed. The small black alarm clock on the dresser flashed 9:39 She still couldn’t believe she had joined the masses in watching Basketball Wives and Real Housewives of Atlanta. Denise looked at the door, wondering who was interrupting her dose of Celeb-reality. Lena could hear the TV playing inside the room Denise was definitely there. The only thing standing in between her and Denise’s arms was that door. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to turn to birds fluttering. Lena’s stroll back to 1839 was slow and steady. All she wanted was for Denise to offer her love. The black Jimmy Choo platform sling backs adorning her feet added the extra sexy touch that would make any man offer her the moon and the stars. Her long, black hair, naturally wavy and bouncy, was as flawless as her black mini dress that seemed to cling in all the right places. Lena walked back down the long hallway and stopped in front of the wall-length mirror standing at the end. She turned around, took a deep breath and then set her eyes back on the golden numbers. Lena proceeded to knock, but found herself hesitating something wasn’t right. She would remember that number for the rest of her life. Lena stared at the golden numbers on the door right above the peep hole, number 1839. Denise was right on the other side of the brown hotel door. Her legs were trembling, her softest place moist from anticipation. The hot New York sun didn’t compare to the heat radiating from Lena’s body.

Have all of her past transgressions finally robbed her of her swagger? Can she handle the women, or even the job for that matter, without being the Cooley we all once knew and loved?ĭenise, Lena, and Cooley have come to the Crossroads. There is nothing to remind her of her past-except for the huge scar across her face. Life with a female basketball star can bring its own set of complications, especially if you haven't been able to make up your mind.Ĭooley is finally far away from Memphis and all its heartache. You have to admire that in a woman-maybe. She is off to New York to follow her basketball dreams, with her true love Lena not far behind, only to hit a bump in the road. These women still have the heart and the drama, but now they're all grown up.ĭenise, the sexy star basketball player, has recovered from the injuries she suffered during the incident with crazy stalker girl Rhonda. Skyy takes readers on another wild ride with former college friends Denise, Lena, and Cooley.

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