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wasn’t getting any help from her husband. Maybe he was right. If anything went wrong, it would be on Keaton’s head, not hers. She let out a breath and crawled into bed next to him. She took the book out of his hands and straddled his lap.
    He looked up at her and smiled. “Are you okay, now?”
    She cupped his face, kissed him tenderly on the lips, and said, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re right; it’s none of my business.”
    He caressed her thigh. “Good.”
    She winked at him. “Have you noticed we have the house to ourselves tonight and your children are sound asleep?”
    â€œI was wondering when you were going to notice it,” he said in a challenging tone.
    â€œSo, what are you going to do, Counselor?”
    Without any warning, Winston flipped her over on her back and covered her body with his. Arnelle moaned as he sprinkled her neck with soft kisses.
    â€œMrs. Carter, you’re in for a long, long night,” he whispered as he caressed her curves.
    â€œBring it on, Mr. Carter.”

 
C HAPTER 8
    K eaton was on time at the restaurant, but an hour had passed and Meridan still hadn’t shown up. He was starting to get worried so he called her. After about four rings, he heard the telephone pick up.
    A sleepy voice answered, “Hello?”
    â€œMeridan? It’s Keaton. Where are you? Are you okay?”
    Startled awake, she asked, “Oh, Keaton! What time is it?”
    Keaton felt relieved that she was safe, but also a little upset that she’d stood him up.
    â€œIt’s almost eight o’clock. Look, maybe we should do this another time. I realize you just got off work today.”
    Sitting up in bed, Meridan tried to clear her head. She squinted her eyes and looked at the clock. “Keaton, I’m sorry. I really am exhausted and I never should’ve accepted your invitation for tonight. Can we do this some other time?”
    Keaton tossed some cash on the table as he stood to leave. With disappointment in his voice, he said, “Sure, Meridan. Get some rest and I’ll call you tomorrow.”
    Biting her nail, she asked, “Are you sure you’re not mad?”
    â€œI’m not mad. Go back to sleep,” he solemnly answered.
    Meridan sat on the side of the bed and answered, “Thank you, Keaton. Goodnight.”
    Keaton hung up the telephone and walked out to the car feeling defeated.

    Meridan really did feel bad that she’d stood Keaton up. She was relieved a little that she didn’t have to look into those dark, sensual eyes. He was about as sexy as they came and knew he was a lot more than she could handle. She crawled back into bed and her telephone rang once again.
    â€œHello?”
    â€œGirl! Get your tired ass out of bed so we can go downtown and check out that new jazz club!”
    Meridan didn’t have the energy for her best friend, Nichole, tonight. She was the total opposite of her, but they’d been friends throughout college. She was a manager at a Fortune 500 company and when she wanted to wind down, she’d wind down.
    â€œNikki, I don’t have the strength tonight. I just got off work this evening. Call me later in the week.”
    Pouting, Nichole said, “Now you know I’m going out of town this week. I’ll be gone for two weeks. Come on, Dee! I want to have a good time before I head off to those boring meetings in Atlanta.”
    Nichole had given Meridan the nickname, Dee, when they’d met as freshmen and Meridan started calling her Nikki.
    â€œYou know you’re going to miss me when I’m gone,” she teased playfully. Meridan fought Nichole as hard as she could, but the truth was, she was right. She’d miss her.
    â€œNikki, I turned down a dinner date tonight. I really don’t feel like going out.”
    Nikki laughed. “Hold up! Who did you have a dinner date with? Is he fine?”
    Putting her hand over her eyes,