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his wife had? The things he wanted to do to Dharma were not at all boring and predictable. He was a big man, so he’d learned to draw out his lovemaking with lots of foreplay. He wanted to taste Dharma, wanted to lick her until she was ready for him.
    “I thought Dharma would come over this weekend, join us for dinner.” The words just left his mouth. Mattie smiled at him, but Stacy didn’t look thrilled.
    “That sounds great!” Dharma said. “I’ll make dinner.”
    “You will?” No one had cooked for him in ages, unless he went to a restaurant.
    “Yeah, how about Indian food?”
    “I want it,” Mattie said.
    “Sounds weird,” was Stacy’s answer.
    “Should I pick you up?” He didn’t know the etiquette. He had to remind himself this wasn’t a real date. Dharma was only doing this as a favour to help him with Stacy.
    Dharma wrinkled her nose at him, which made her look very young with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. “I’ll drive myself, thanks.”
    “Okay.” He put his hands in his pockets as the girls gathered the tray of drinks and biscotti and headed for the door. He didn’t want to leave her. “I’ll, uh, see you then.”
    She looked right at him, her face a little sweaty, radiant with the slanting sun coming through the windows. “See you then.”

Chapter Three
    Dharma was dressed up in what she called her ‘French cupcake’ outfit—a hot pink silk sweater that had fallen off one shoulder and a black leather skirt with high black leather boots—chocolate cake to go with her raspberry frosting. She slammed the rusty Toyota door closed with one hip, balancing a bag which was warm and damp and sending scent into the air like spicy incense.
    “Damn, I’m good.” She was also nervous. It was ridiculous, but she was nervous as she was confronted with Fred’s large suburban home, so different from her cheap and cheerful apartment.
    The lawn was freshly cut, green from the sprinkler. Palms ruffled in the breeze off the ocean. He probably had a landscaping service since she knew he worked very long hours. Fred had come from money, she’d known that before she’d spotted the Mercedes SUV parked in the driveway.
    “Okay, so he’s rich. That’s okay. I’m rich in experience,” she coached herself as she walked over the paved stone path to the front door.
    Fred’s calendar photo flashed through her memory. He’d been wearing a swim suit and T-shirt, but he was a big man, intimidating, with a brutally carved face and a military style haircut.
    He was nothing like the men she usually dated.
    “Just friends, just friends, just friends,” she muttered before hitting the bell.
    The door opened and she was looking into Fred’s eyes in a thirteen-year-old girl’s face. Hostile eyes.
    “Hey, Stacy,” she said.
    “My dad’s not here.”
    “Oh. Well, he might be running late. With his job—”
    “I know that!”
    Dharma didn’t let her bright expression falter. “We could start decorating. He’ll be in for a surprise when he gets home.”
    “Decorating?” A gleam of curiosity briefly sparked in Stacy’s eyes. “I thought you were making him dinner.”
    “I’m making all of us dinner,” Dharma corrected. “May I come in?”
    “Okay.” It wasn’t the most welcoming of invitations, but the bag was heavy so she followed the girl into the entry way…which held a gold Federal style mirror and a gilt marble table. Polished hardwood was interrupted by tribal rugs. The house was like a jewel box, the outside was nice, but inside… “Wow.”
    “Excuse me?” Stacy raised her brows and gave Dharma a snooty look. “You act like you’ve never been in a house before.”
    Dharma laughed. “Not Fred’s house. You must love living here. He’s got great taste.”
    “You think so?” Now there was a trace of something in Stacy’s voice. Dharma put her bag down and stepped into what looked like the living room. “Oh. My. Goddess!” She shot across the room to the tapestry,