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goatee. She had fallen in love with the talented bassist on sight when she’d gone to a Greenwich Village jazz club with Faye.
    She’d returned to the club the following weekend—alone, unable to believe her luck when Calvin approached her table and introduced himself. A week later he moved into her apartment.
    They were compatible in and out of bed, but Calvin refused to discuss what she wanted most: marriage. She wanted marriage and he fame.
    “What did you say about going to Europe?” Her pounding heart slammed against her ribs.
    Cradling Alana’s face between his palms, Calvinbrushed a kiss over her parted lips as her warmth and scent swept over him like a sensual fog. He loved her, her passion and her generosity, but not as much as he loved his music.
    “Jimmy’s out and I’m in. Tony caught him smoking crank and fired him on the spot. I’ll be leaving with the band Saturday morning.”
    “Saturday?” The word came out in a strangled whisper. “This Saturday?” Calvin smiled, nodding. Alana struggled to control the hysteria making it difficult for her to draw a normal breath.
    A callused finger touched her lower lip. “Yes, Lanie.”
    Tears filled Alana’s eyes. “You can’t…you can’t just drop this on me.”
    Pulling her closer, Calvin pressed a kiss over her eyelids. “We’ve talked about this, baby. I told you I was waiting for my big break, and now that it’s come I have to take advantage of it.”
    “Like you’ve taken advantage of me.”
    “How have I taken advantage of you, Lanie?”
    “Faye says while I house and feed you, you get free use of my body.”
    “That dyke bitch better stay the hell out of our business or…” His words trailed off.
    “She’s not a dyke, Calvin. And she’s my best friend.”
    “I’m sorry I called her a dyke.”
    He hadn’t wanted to apologize, but the two women were friends long before he shacked up with Alana, and he didn’t want to say anything that would jeopardize his relationship with her.
    She crawled onto his lap like a small child, her arms circling his neck. “How long will you be gone?”
    “Six months?”
    Alana stared at him as if he’d taken leave of his senses. “You’re going to spend six months in Europe?”
    “No, baby. We’re touring Europe, Africa and Asia.”
    Her eyes filled again. “No, Calvin,” she sobbed, shaking her head. “You can’t leave me for six months.”
    “I have to go, baby. I’ve waited all of my life for this moment.”
    “But what about me? ”
    Calvin hid his disgust behind an expression of indifference. Alana was so incredibly beautiful and sexy that she could have another man in her bed before he darkened her door. But her beauty and intelligence was minimized by a draining neediness that always set his teeth on edge.
    If he forgot to tell her that he loved her she would sulk and pout until he did, and it hadn’t taken him long to learn to play her game. If he was asleep when she left in the morning he made certain to call her and tell her or leave a message on her voice mail that he loved and missed her.
    “What do you want, Lanie? Do you not want me to go?”
    Alana pressed a kiss against his warm throat. “I would never try to stop you from following your dream.”
    Combing his fingers through her mussed curls, Calvin kissed the fragrant strands. “What’s the matter, baby?” he whispered in her hair.
    A tumble of confused emotions beset Alana as she struggled to control them. A man she loved was asking her whatshe wanted and she was too afraid to open her mouth and say what lay in her heart, had lain in her heart for years.
    Years and thousands of dollars spent on therapy sessions hadn’t prepared her for this moment, even though she had rehearsed it over and over since she’d invited Calvin into her life and into her bed.
    “I want to be Mrs. Calvin McNair.”

CHAPTER 12
    C alvin stared at Alana. “You want me to marry you?”
    “No, Calvin. I want us to get