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she didn’t speak soon he would be under the covers.
    â€œSweetie ...” she called out in a light, apologetic, sweet tone. “Will you please join me at the dinner table?”
    At first he just continued with what he was doing, removing his watch and bracelet. After he was done, he glanced over in Jordan’s direction, and then did a double take. He realized that Jordan was dressed in a little sheer black teddy. As much as he probably wanted to stay mad, his manhood overcame him. His facial expression changed almost instantly, but after a few seconds he still turned away, trying to keep his cool. Jordan knew the teddy would do something, if not everything, to get him back in the mood.
    Making a delayed response, he said, “I will be right down.”
    Without saying anything, Jordan turned away from the door and went back downstairs. She went into the living room and turned on the stereo to 98.7 Kiss FM and tuned into Kissing After Dark with Lenny Green. He was playing hits by Barry White and Luther Vandross—just the perfect music for the evening. She turned the volume to a soothing level and headed back into the dining room and waited for Omar.
    She sat at the table, taking some sips of her white zinfandel champagne, and less than five minutes later he joined her at the table. She bowed her head to say a little prayer and then started digging into her meal. After the first bite, she remarked “This tastes delicious.”
    Omar was a chef and had prepared the meal from scratch himself. He had made one of Jordan’s favorite dishes, his special seasoned grilled chicken breast with yellow rice and broccoli. He had done this a few times before for her birthday and Valentine’s Day—he liked to prepare this meal as a treat to Jordan on special occasions. This time, just like the other times, it tasted great.
    â€œThanks,” he replied.
    After she realized that wasn’t enough to break the ice, she just went for it. She didn’t do all of this to have an argumentative night.
    â€œOh, I am so sorry about tonight. It was crazy at the office. I have been backed up with work, and Jayon has been going through a lot and he really needed my help preparing for a very important case Monday morning.”
    Omar gave no reply. Jordan continued, “And listen, I don’t want you to be mad but ...”
    Omar interrupted, “Honestly, Jordan, I don’t want to hear it. Let’s just enjoy what’s left of the night.”
    With just that sentence, Omar made Jordan feel guilty again. Feeling terrible, she just started back eating her meal. He had actually spoken up just in time—she was just about to confide in him about what had happened at the office with Jayon. Luckily, not knowing what she was about to say, he stopped her, because it definitely was not the time or the place for that. Jordan had just gotten so caught up in her ramble, she didn’t evaluate the circumstances correctly. She was happy that she hadn’t, though. There was enough tension in the room without adding that to the equation. She decided her confession could wait.
    They ate the rest of their meal in silence, other than a comment or two. As their plates started to empty, they started to chat a little bit more. Omar decided to share a story about when he picked their son Jason up earlier in the day. They were finally at ease and the tension had cleared by the time they had finished their food. With full stomachs, and finally engaging in conversation, they sat around the table for a while, talking and sipping champagne.
    After discussing Jason at school, a couple of news events, and the latest gossip about Omar’s cousin, Omar remembered, “Lexia called.”
    â€œOh, really? What did she say?” Jordan replied.
    â€œShe will be in town on Monday. She wants to hook up with you, Chrasey, and Dakota.”
    â€œThat’s cool. It would be nice to see her. Is that all she