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intimidating.
    â€œBaby, I’m sure she’s nice. She seemed like a good person who wouldn’t take advantage of him,” Xavier reassured Constance softly, running a finger along her nutmeg-colored cheek. “Don’t assume the worst.”
    Constance turned onto her side and faced him. “Why do you think that?”
    â€œWhy do I think what? That you shouldn’t assume the worst? Well, because it’s—”
    â€œNo, you said she seemed nice, that she’s a ‘good person. ’ I thought you told me you barely spoke to her.”
    Constance was narrowing her eyes at him, waiting for his reply.
    â€œI did barely speak to her. Dawn and I only spoke for a few minutes.”
    â€œAnd you got all of that from talking with her for a few minutes? It sounds like she made quite the impression on you, pumpkin.”
    Constance was smiling, though he could tell she was far from happy. He had seen that smile before. The last time she had smiled this much, it was seconds before she stomped toward his bedroom door in her birthday suit.
    Her syrupy-sweet smile tightened. “ Did she make an impression on you?”
    He thought back to Dawn Gibbons and when he first spotted her in the gallery. She had been chatting with another woman on the other side of the room before she had turned, noticed him and Herb, and walked toward them.
    No, she didn’t walk, Xavier thought, correcting himself. She glided.
    Where Constance had the traditional, perky beauty of any Miss USA, her half sister Dawn’s beauty was more mature, exotic, and almost regal. She had looked around the room like an African queen surveying her kingdom. He thought her dark skin shone under the gallery’s overhead lights like she was lit from the inside, and her large, dark brown eyes were expressive and alluring. She didn’t have a bad figure either: round hips, long legs, and pert breasts that pushed against the front of her maroon sweater. When he and Herb followed her to her office, he saw that the back of Dawn looked just as good as the front. He had to remind himself that it was an emotional moment for her and Herb. He shouldn’t be ogling her but respecting the gravity of the situation. Besides, it wouldn’t look good if he was caught staring at his future sister-in-law’s ass.
    So did Dawn make an impression on him? If Constance wanted the honest answer: Yes, of course she did . . . to the point that the image of Dawn was still firmly implanted in his brain. But Constance didn’t want the honest answer tonight. He knew that.
    â€œShe was okay,” Xavier lied with a forced casual shrug.
    Constance must have accepted his answer. Her painted-on smile disappeared and she flopped back onto her pillow again.
    â€œI wonder when Daddy has plans to see her again,” she mused.
    â€œI heard next week.”
    Constance’s mouth fell open.
    â€œThey’re supposed to meet at some—”
    â€œYou knew that and you didn’t tell me!” Constance cried. She crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at the ceiling, now fuming.
    Damn! This was going downhill fast. There had to be a way to salvage their romantic evening.
    â€œBaby, look . . .” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know why you’re obsessing about this.” He leaned down and lightly kissed her shoulder. “Just let it go.”
    â€œI can’t let it go! She’s my half sister, pumpkin! How can I not obsess about it? Of course I want to know everything I can about her! Mom wants to know everything she can too, but Daddy’s keeping us in the dark for some reason!”
    â€œMaybe he’s being vague on details because he’s getting to know her. He only met her about a week ago. He probably knows only a little more about her than you do. Let him do it in his own time.”
    She didn’t say anything for a very long time after that, making Xavier grumble to himself in