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Now, please take a
bite of your food before it gets cold.”
    I took a bite, and the flavors melted on my
tongue. “You’ve been practicing. There is no way you got it this
perfect on the first try.”
    He winked at me and continued chewing on his
own meal. I smiled back at him, took another bite, and washed it
down with a swallow of wine. We made small talk until we both
finished. I tried taking my plate into the kitchen, but Daniel
stopped me.
    “ Let me. Enjoy your drink.” He
refilled my glass and whisked my plate away.
    I took a long swallow and held the glass. My
body relaxed in the chair. It felt great to come home to a meal
instead of being the one to cook or going out. A sultry jazz tune
played in the background, and I turned my attention to the living
room. Daniel bent over and fiddled with buttons on the iPod
tower.
    He stood and looked in my direction. “Join
me.”
    I set my glass down and made my way over to
him. He wrapped me up in his arms and held me tight. His embraced
provided all the security I’d ever needed. No other man had ever
made me feel as he did.
    “ Dance with me.”
    Daniel hated slow dancing. He wanted to be
closer to me. I enjoyed the way he went about it. I wrapped myself
in his outstretched arms and took in the spicy scent of his
cologne. The smell brought back memories of cold winter nights with
us wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fireplace. He was the
same man I’d fallen in love with. I couldn’t ask for a kinder, more
caring partner.
    The music filled the room as I rested my head
on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his strong
heartbeat.
    “ Jen.”
    I looked up into his eyes and saw passion. The
candlelight flickered, reflecting off them. The many shades of
brown and green hues did a seductive dance.
    His brow knitted as he gazed down at me. “I
don’t care what the shrink says. I was never on the verge of
divorcing you, nor would I let you leave me. You’re my heart.” His
lips covered mine, and an electric current shot down the back of my
neck and to the crease of my thighs. He slowly walked me to the
couch.
    He removed my dress and tossed it to the floor.
His hand went between my thighs, grazing the silkiness of my
underwear. We finished off the evening with the sweetest of
deserts.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    I pulled up to the parking garage of Lenox
Square Mall and found a spot close as I could to the front entrance
without having to valet. Blowing out a breath, I stepped out the
car. Going shopping ranked just as high as going to the dentist in
my book. The weather forecast called for clear skies, but the dark
clouds off in the distance told another story. I put my mini
umbrella in my purse just in case and proceeded inside.
    Tina stood on the other side of the entrance
with a frown on her face. “Why are you wearing flats?”
    I looked from my shoes to her four-inch Red
Bottoms and shrugged. “Because I want to be comfortable while you
drag me from store to store. It’s not like they’re tennis shoes.
Plus I’m not the Fashion Queen, that’s you.”
    Her frown faded a little. “I guess. But this
trip is for you not me.”
    We headed away from the entrance. Labels didn’t
call out to me as they did my sister. If an item looked nice, I
didn’t care who made it. Unfortunately, owning my own business
required me to do otherwise.
    It took money to make money, and I came to
realize potential clients were more receptive when I donned
designer tags. Atlanta considered itself one of the fashion
capitals, and I needed to fall in line, especially within the black
community. My clothing was a sign of my own financial status as
well as my husband’s.
    “ Is this event formal or little
black dress?” Tina asked as we neared her favorite store, Michael
Kors.
    “ I’m thinking little black dress.
The casino crowd is a fun bunch.”
    We weren’t in the store a full minute before my
mind started processing the price tags. Daniel and I both brought
in a