Southern Comfort (9781622863747) by Skyy

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    â€œWhoa, let me guess, she wanted to apologize for breaking your heart again. And now she’s in a much better place. What is she doing now? Is she deep into a new church or has she become Buddhist?” Katrina scowled.
    â€œShe meditates.”
    Katrina threw her hands in the air and let out a loud sigh.
    â€œI am not going back, Tree. I just wanted to let you know.”
    â€œDevon, please, for the love of all things do not go back to that girl. She isn’t worth it. Never has been. You know you deserve so much better.” Katrina held her friend’s hand.
    â€œI know.” Devon lowered her head.
    â€œGood, now block that ass and let’s find you someone else. There is someone perfect out there, I know it.”
    â€œEasy for you to say, you have had an amazing relationship and hell you go overseas and meet another freaking perfect woman. Stop taking all the women, Tree!” Devon pushed her friend.
    â€œMaybe that’s the problem, we have exhausted all possibilities in Memphis. Maybe you should do your Eat, Pray, Love thang somewhere.”
    â€œI have always wanted me an Australian.” Devon smiled.
    Devon and Katrina hugged again before getting in their separate cars. Katrina thought about what Devon said. Her relationship with Saura was amazing but she couldn’t help but hold resentment for the way she left her. Then she met Willow, which was blowing her mind all over again. Neither Teri nor Devon had had meaningful relationships in years. Teri was happy living like a bachelor where Devon craved love, but the right one hadn’t come along. Katrina never cared if she had love, but somehow she found two. She only could pray her friends experienced the feelings she had sometime soon.
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    Katrina was happy to open the door to her house. In the darkness she noticed the red light flashing on her cordless phone. She didn’t think to check her home phone voicemail while she was gone because everyone of any importance knew to call her cell phone. She pressed the voicemail button, which alerted her of two missed messages.
    â€œHey, um, hi, Tree. I know you are probably in Europe right now. I didn’t want to bother you on your trip. I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking of you.”
    Saura’s voice was haunting. Katrina held the phone as the machine’s voice asked if she wanted to delete the message. Katrina’s body was frozen; she didn’t know what to push. As the female’s voice repeated the various options Katrina pressed seven to save the message. The next message began to play.
    â€œHey, Katrina, it’s me again. I’m sure you are wondering why I am calling again. I just . . . Well things aren’t as perfect as I imagined. I can almost hear you telling me that things aren’t always going to be perfect. I guess that’s why I’m calling. As much as I want to talk to you, I know I don’t need to. I just wanted to hear your voice. Anyway, I’ll go now. I hope your trip is everything you expected it to be.”
    Katrina hadn’t heard Saura sound so sad before. She pressed the caller ID to see if there was a phone number, but all she saw was a bunch of unknown number messages. Panic set in; she wondered if Saura was all right.
    Katrina ran to her bedroom and unpacked her carryon backpack. She grabbed her iPad and pulled up Facebook. She typed in Saura’s name. Saura had a new profile photo. It was obviously a professional photo in black and white that was absolutely stunning. Katrina stared at the photo that made Saura look like an old Hollywood starlet. Katrina began to scroll through her profile. She saw photos of what had to be the house she was living in and some of the women she was with.
    Katrina noticed a familiar face in all the photos. A stud with a short Mohawk seemed to be very close to Saura in all of the photos. Even in group photos the stud was always near