Best friends since college, four men have promised to look out for the little sister of a friend who died. As she reaches adulthood, their relationship with her will cause them to reevaluate the way they view & treat women. Along the way, they will each discover what it means to be a man
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February 01, 2002
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Excerpt from 4 Guys and Trouble by Marcus Major
Three years later . . .
Ibn turned the key and stepped inside his two-story Yardley model house, situated at the end of a cul-de-sac. Ibn had paid to have it custom built three years ago, and had paid plenty for the land, too, adding thousands to the cost for its exclusive location. He had wanted it built in Evesham, the land of SUVs, nannies and soccer moms, where all the rich white people lived.
He slowly shut the red door behind him and carefully laid his keys on the coffee table so they wouldn't make noise. As he was tiptoeing up the stairs, he caught himself. Why was he acting like a burglar in his own house? Sure, it was late very late, in fact but it wasn't like he had been out doing dirt. His boy Dex was going through a rough time and needed his support. What? That's a crime now? And it wasn't like he had to be worried about waking Tiffany up. He knew she would be awake, ready to grill his ass about where he had been.
He went into the darkened bedroom. "Hey, Tiff," he said as he unfastened his black Movado watch and set it on the dresser. There was no response, but he knew she was awake because he felt her gaze burrowing two holes through his back.
The silent treatment is better than an argument, he figured, and left to go take a shower. He undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and conducted a quick pose-down, finishing by rapidly flexing his pectoral muscles one at a time.
Have I told you lately that you are the man, Ibn Barrington? I haven't? Well, let me apologize for the oversight, but I assumed you already knew.
After finishing his reassuring heart-to-heart chat with his image, he turned on the shower. Before he could get in, he heard the bathroom door open. When he turned around, he was facing Tiffany, who looked rather frumpy with her messed-up hair, half-asleep face and old-lady reading glasses.