“I’ll tell you what.” Jide plastered a stern countenance in front of his head. “get lost!” The crowd murmured. “You said?” Sar Kingo asked. “I don’t talk twice,” Jide said. Jide knew he wasn’t speaking of his own accord. It was Cecilia’s presence that gave him the gut to do so. He watched her stare secretively at him. Gush! Her smile was an elephant killer or, more accurately, a mind turner. And that was enough reason to pull a show.…