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that wouldn’t happen again. Regardless, she liked having her way and tried to one-up her bodyguards and Rio, the head of security for Blade properties and his personal bodyguards.
    So far, there was no clear winner.
    “You can’t be hungry. Martin is at the castle and at your beck and call.” His sister and her husband lived in a castle outside of town. Martin was Blade’s personal chef. He adored Sierra and loved cooking for her.
    “Just finished fresh trout and now I’m working my way through this huge slice of five-layer coconut cake.” Sierra’s laughter came though clearly.
    Despite the situation, Brandon had to laugh. She had an appetite like a long-distance truck driver, and the metabolism to never gain a pound. She also worked hard as a Realtor. “What sold?”
    “The Cortez listing at one-point-seven mil,” she promptly replied.
    “Your third seven-figure sale in less than a month.” Brandon whistled. “Tell that real-estate mogul husband of yours that he better watch out.”
    “Already done.”
    His baby sister wasn’t afraid of anyone. The thought reminded him of Mrs. McBride. “It’s not going well.”
    “That’s the real reason behind the call.” Her voice sobered. “Rough, huh?”
    “Definitely an understatement.” He sat behind Faith’s neat desk. There was a collage of pictures of their wedding day. He was there with his mother, but there were separate shots of Faith with her mother and father.
    “Brandon.”
    “Still here.” He told her everything that had happened at the restaurant. “We might not be able to make this work.”
    “Because Faith is caught in the middle and hurting for both of them.”
    Sierra was almost as uncanny and perceptive as their mother. “Yeah. The only other time I’ve ever seen her so shaken was…”
    “When you broke things off with her,” Sierra finished when he paused.
    “Those were some of the worst, if not the worst days of my life. Thanks again for setting me straight and saving my sanity.” He’d been angry and bullheaded until Sierra had set him straight.
    “What are sisters for?” she came back.
    He chuckled. Sierra was never at a loss for words and she never lacked self-confidence. “I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but maybe we should ask Mama for help.”
    “You’re learning to think like a woman. I’m proud of you.”
    Brandon shuddered at the thought.
    “Mrs. McBride and Mama have remained good friends despite other women turning their backs on her. She understands that people make mistakes they regret later,” Sierra said. “But what’s most important is her no-nonsense ability to give you a swift kick to get you on the right track.”
    “That’s our Mama,” Brandon said proudly.
    “Me and my two shadows will take a drive over to the house this afternoon when Mama is home from the college. I’ll tell her about the project and she’ll take it from there,” Sierra said.
    His sister’s shadows were her bodyguards. “I know Mama is fierce and unshakable, but do you really think she can help get them back together?”
    “If she can’t, nobody can. Bye.”
    That’s what he was afraid of. “Bye.”
    Faith’s office door opened. Brandon quickly rounded the desk to take his wife’s trembling body into his arms. “It’s going to be all right. Mama is going to help.”
    Faith’s head lifted; worry receded from her eyes. “Then we still have a chance. There’s no one like your mother.”
    On that Brandon had to agree.
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    Early that evening Stella sat at the small dining table in her suite with her hands clasped in her lap. On a white rectangular plate was a beautiful presentation of meatloaf, creamed potatoes, candied yams, collard greens, and macaroni and cheese. It looked like a work of art and no more than three of four bites of each. Henri had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to prepare the food for her. He’d remembered she was a Southern girl and liked her comfort