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woman alight from the rear. She possessed large, green, slanted eyes that marked her as a relative of the Rev’s Mintay, but had better hair than the esteemed doctor’s straightened black bob or Adam’s frizzy mane for that matter. Hers, light brown and parted in the middle, fell in soft, golden edged waves around a perfectly oval face and down her chest to the tops of two firm, upturned breasts encased in a tangerine-colored clingy top. Not large but alluring, those tits tilted as if they offered themselves to a man’s mouth. All she needed to set off that face, that body, was a red hibiscus flower tucked behind an ear and a brightly colored lava-lava dress. Adam stood to greet her—and Mintay and the Rev of course.
    Mintay reached him first and gave him an affectionate hug. “So good to see you, Adam. This is my sister, Edwina, but we call her Winnie. She’s a registered nurse, and I thought she could help out with Teddy’s needs until Miss Wickersham is free. Winnie will be staying here for a while. She’s newly divorced.”
    Winnie cheeks flushed lightly. “Sister, I do not believe you just said that to this man.”
    Adam smiled a grin so broad he thought his face might stay that way permanently. “Lovely lady, there is a saying in Samoa that the best cure for a lost love is a new love.” He offered his hand.

Chapter Four
    Winnie Green—Green because she’d taken her maiden name back with a vengeance—stared at the outstretched hand and all the rest of Adam Malala. Being sister-in-law to the Rev, she’d seen pro football players up close at various family events, but at the time she’d been married and following the advice of her grandmother and mother. Nana, the original Arminta and wasn’t Winnie glad she’d escaped being her namesake, always pounded home the age old wisdom. Marry lighter than yourself. Raise up your family. Better opportunities come to the light-skinned.
    Her mother, a beneficiary of the Civil Rights movement, who held a doctorate in sociology and possessed a husband who matched her in intellect, degree, and fair complexion, simply said, “Marry white because you can.” When Mintay accepted a proposal from the Rev, considerably darker than the Samoan who stood before Winnie today, her family erupted like a volcano in the South Seas.
    “Do you know what you are doing, girl? We don’t care how rich he is, how can you marry that big, black brute of a football player?” By the time the wedding rolled around, the Rev had won them over with his outsized personality, kind heart, and in the case of Nana, his love of the Lord. It could happen again, especially since Winnie, the pliable baby sister of the family, had failed to keep her white man.
    As of today, Winnie Green was done with skinny white boys. She desired someone big and warm and brown, as delicious as hot fudge topping. She wanted to rake her fingers through the mass of soft curls surrounding Adam’s face and enjoy everything broad about him, his nose, his cheekbones, his lips—especially his lips. Then on to his chest stretching the red knit Sinners shirt over a mass of muscles and down to an ordinary pair of khakis made extraordinary by the way they pulled over his large, hard thighs.
    She took Adam Malala’s hand. “Very happy to meet you.”
    “Me, too.” Without releasing her hand, Adam guided her into the house with the Rev and Mintay following, and Macho being shut out again to whine for entrance. “I’ll take you to meet Teddy. I think the doctor and Rev should go see Mrs. Joe. She just learned her sister died.”
    Mintay thrust the medical file at her sister. “This is Teddy’s information for you to study. I need to comfort Nell. You two go ahead.”
    In the elevator, Adam stood close enough to Winnie catch a whiff of light perfume. The scent of her shampoo in that golden brown hair exuded the fragrance of coconut and papaya that reminded him of the islands, palm trees, and ripe fruit for the picking. When