without a hitch. In fact, he had that same lovesick look that you did at your wedding.â
âItâs the âIâm in loveâ look, Virgil. I recall you once wore it yourself.â
âThat was when I didnât know any better. It was before I talked you guys into forming the club. The one you, York, Xavier and Uriel defected from.â
âOnly to pursue happier days.â
âIf you say so,â Virgil said, shaking his head.
âHave you seen Kara since that night, V?â
Virgil frowned. âWhy would I see her after that night?â
âUm, maybe youâve had a change of heart. Called her. Asked her out for old timesâ sake.â
âDonât hold your breath. But I will be seeing her tomorrow. Not my choice, believe me.â
âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
He then told Winston about his fatherâs plan to improve his image.
âWell, I hope you donât plan to be an obnoxious ass when you see her. She did apologize. And can you imagine having a sister like Marti?â
Most of his godbrothers knew Marti because sheâd dated Xavier. According to Xavier, three weeks was all he could take of Marti Goshay, who thought a lot of herself. Even Virgil would admit it was hard to believe Marti and Kara were siblings. They were as different as night and day.
âCan you imagine how Kara must feel knowing her sister lied? If you canât trust your sibling, then who can you trust?â
Virgil decided not to answer that. In fact he really didnât want to discuss the Goshay sisters any longer. He deliberately got Winston to talk about something elseânamely his work. Winston loved what he did for a living and went on to tell Virgil how his research on the turtles was coming.
When Winston began getting too scientific, Virgil decided it was time to end their conversation. âWeâll get together when you arrive in town, W.â
âYou bet. Take care.â
âYou, too.â
âAnd remember to be nice tomorrow, V.â
âIâll try. Canât make any promises.â
Virgil clicked off the phone. Dread filled him as he thought about tomorrow. Just like he told Winston, as far as being nice to Kara went, all he could do was try.
Chapter 3
K ara paused to draw in a deep breath, needing to calm her frayed nerves. She was ten minutes early so why were the Bougards already in the conference room waiting on her? And the thought that one them had seen her naked probably just as many times as heâd seen her wearing clothes was enough to rattle her.
Shaking off the memories of all those times, she thought about one of her favorite quotes. You are more stronger than you think. She certainly hoped so because at the moment she felt a little weak in the knees. And what were those sensuous shivers racing through her? Now was not the time to remember any of that. Straightening her spine, raising her chin and pasting a professional smile on her lips, she turned the knob and entered the conference room.
Both men stood and, although she hadnât wanted it to, her gaze immediately went to Virgil before shifting to the older Bougard. She liked Virgilâs father and could easily recall when Virgil had taken her home to meet his parents. Sheâd been nervous then, as well.
Like Virgil, Matthew Bougard was handsome. He was also tall, standing way over six feet, and had a muscular build. She knew he liked playing golf and heâd been on the Olympic swim team while in college at Morehouse.
âI hope I havenât kept you waiting,â she said, and with all the professionalism she could muster, she crossed the room and extended her hand first to Matthew. Instead of taking it, he pulled her to him in a hug. âNo, youâre early, in fact. We just didnât want to keep you waiting on us. Itâs good seeing you again, Kara.â
When he released her, she smiled up at him. âGood seeing you
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