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child support in who knows when. Who, in their right mind, has three kids by three men…?”
    â€œTwo!” Rawn interjected.
    â€œSorry, two different men, and before she even turns thirty? I’m thirty-five and I’ve never even been proposed to. And I have far more to offer than a woman who spreads her legs… Who doesn’t discriminate.”
    Rawn chuckled. His eyes followed the svelte waitress passing by. It was hard to disagree with Sicily because, while she was opinionated, there were few flaws in her argument.
    â€œWhat about that Café Neuf waitress? The one with a name like—something Kwanzaa—Unity, no…See, now she’s fine. Without all that drama. She has credibility!”
    â€œHow do you know? You never even talked to Imani.”
    â€œOh, trust me, she’s credible.”
    A waitress interrupted Sicily. “Your table’s ready. Follow me.”
    Rawn and Sicily tagged behind the poised waitress to their table in a softly lit spot of the dining area. Over her shoulder, Sicily said, “Now she’s what I’m talking about.”
    Rawn lowered his voice. “Sicily, give it a rest!”
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    Every tangible detail about Tamara suggested anonymity. Her beauty was natural. Most men—and women, too—would pause and give her stunning look a prolonged appraisal. Shy of six feet tall, she was seductively built. Tamara stepped out of the black sports car in a pair of skin-tight black slacks, and a next-to-nothinghalter top that revealed her full cleavage, slender abdomen, and a small but visible tattoo. The line of people waiting to enter the café could not help but witness her awkward misstep. She reached for her date, Henderson Payne, who managed to catch her before she slipped and fell. The crowd looked on at the couple inquisitively, as their appearance created a buzz. Both were accustomed to attention, but for totally isolated reasons.
    Tamara slipped off her open-toed shoe. “Oh, no, my heel. It’s loose.”
    â€œTamara, baby, I’m sorry. We don’t have to eat out tonight. We can order from my suite. It’s more private than this restaurant. Even better, I know the owners; they’d have something delivered for me.”
    Tamara attempted a makeshift repair and slipped the sandal back on her foot, using Henderson’s multimillion-dollar right arm to maintain her balance. “No,” she said. “I want to dine at Kingfish, that’s why we came. I’ll manage.”
    â€œWoman, you’re six feet tall barefooted. Why do you wear stiletto heels anyway?”
    â€œLet me ask you something, Henderson.” She leaned into his chest.
    â€œOh, no. Here we go.” Henderson placed his hands into the pockets of his trousers and, without intending to, posed like a male model.
    â€œCome on, I’m curious. Where does your wife think you are right now?”
    â€œShe thinks I’m in Seattle taking care of business. Why?”
    â€œDoes she know you’re having dinner with me? Your ex-lover? The one you were sleeping with while she was carrying your third child? The one that nearly…”
    â€œHold up, now. You need not go back in time and dredge up…”
    â€œI’m just saying…”
    â€œDo you mind?…” Henderson held out his hand which suggested after you.
    Tamara reached up and kissed Henderson’s cheek, leaving a deep berry-colored imprint on his skin in the shape of luscious lips. “I promise to be a good girl, I promise. I won’t embarrass you.”
    He moistened his mouth with his tongue, considering how good she looked under the glow of the streetlight. Henderson draped her arm into his, and they strolled past the crowd of people still waiting to get inside the café. Henderson opened the door for Tamara, and people inside waiting for tables promptly fell all over themselves to shake