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questioning my strategy?”
    â€œIt’s nothing,” Berton said, stumbling over his words. “I wasn’t sure it would work.”
    â€œI told you how to leave enough clues to make sure she followed your crumbs. You made sure you got caught, right?”
    â€œYes, even though I thought it was a bit extreme to—”
    â€œNothing’s too extreme when it comes to my daughter. I know how women think. Especially her. She thinks she’s her own woman, but she’s been dancing to my tune a long time.”
    â€œIt’s still a risk. Kevin Jackson’s got a reputation with the ladies.”
    â€œExactly the kind of reputation Dominique can’t stand. I raised her. I know her weaknesses, I made sure she had them. There’s a reason you’d think she was born with her legs glued shut. No man’s gotten close and no man will. Trust me, Kevin Jackson will not be a problem.”
    â€œAnd you think Dominique can make sure he’s not dangerous to us?”
    â€œIf Dominique does exactly what I expect her to do, I can guarantee it.”

    C arla Cartwright sat at the oak dinner table, the scent of lemon drizzled asparagus scenting the air. It was a smaller room than their second dining room meant to host guests. She looked at her husband with shrewd interest rather than affection. He was still a handsome man; many women thought so. She’d transformed him from a lowly laborer to a respected business owner. At times, she knew she needed to remind him where he truly belonged. Dominique should have been promoted; it had been their agreement. He didn’t look concerned and that bothered her. When he wasn’t uneasy, he was dangerous. She traced her finger along the base of her wine glass, keeping her gaze on his face. “What are you up to?”
    â€œWhy should I be up to anything?” he asked, sawing through his steak like a lumberjack.
    Carla pursed her lips in distaste. The meat had been baked to perfection, but her husband had yet to develop the swift clean motion necessary to cut and enjoy it. Instead he attacked it with his utensils as if it were still alive. She held out her hand. He wisely handed her his plate.
    â€œDon’t play coy with me,” she said, expertly slicing through the meat and creating edible morsels. “Dominique should have gotten the position.”
    â€œI didn’t want to look like I was playing favorites.”
    â€œWhen has that ever bothered you before?”
    â€œI have something better in store for her.”
    Carla handed him the plate, unable to stop a smile. “My god, you even look good when you lie.”
    He looked at her surprised. “Why would you think I’m lying?”
    â€œBecause I’ve lived with you long enough.” His business and drive had been his mistress their entire marriage. “Just understand one thing.”
    â€œWhat is that?”
    â€œIf you break my daughter’s heart, I will destroy you.”
    â€œDoes she have a heart to break?”
    Carla took a sip of wine. “What does that mean?”
    â€œNow who’s being coy?”
    â€œDominique is a very good daughter.”
    â€œYes, you raised her well. I love you my darling, but we both know I could get more heat from an icebox. And any man who tries to get close to Dominique will find out the same.”
    Carla straightened her knife and glanced at her manicure. “Don’t talk as if I raised her alone,” she said softly before lifting her gaze to his.
    â€œNo. We both used her for our purposes.” He winked at her. “You used her to get me.”
    She touched his leg with her foot. “It was an accident.”
    â€œA very convenient one.”
    She couldn’t help a light laugh. “You did the right thing by marrying me. Fate is a funny thing.”
    His eyes darkened when she placed her foot on his lap. “Yes, but you can’t replicate it. Dominique