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most loved about her, he suddenly felt the need to be around some of that candor right now. He could do with the dose of reality that Rinah never failed to deliver.
    He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and carelessly slipped into it.
    “Where are you going?” Flavia’s shrill voice annoyed the hell out of him, as usual. It was fortunate for her that he admired her work enough to put up with her irritating attributes and behavior.
    Ignoring her as he would a minor pest, he quickly shut down his computer and grabbed his briefcase.
    “Come home with me,” she pleaded unexpectedly.
    He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind.
    “Jacintha is cooking her fabulous Bahamian curry. I know it’s your favorite and there’s plenty. We could have a nice chat and whatever else happens, happens.” She smiled her best come-hither pitch.
    He forced himself to be courteous. “Not tonight, Flavia.” His senses were already humming at the thought of seeing his wife, touching her again.
    “But—”
    “Thank you for being such a good friend.” Deftly ignoring her attempt to protest, he quickly gathered his car keys and wallet and was out the door.
     
    Dominic must not have seen the glare in Flavia’s eyes. If he had, he wouldn’t have dismissed her so readily. She wrinkled her brows and tightened her lips in agitation. Anger coiled through her as she saw her chance for an intimate moment end, again, in disappointment. She’d worked too long and hard to let him escape her web so easily. That black bitch he’d married was beginning to piss her off! She wouldn’t allow Rinah to keep him away from her much longer. The half-truths and innuendos hadn’t worked.
    Her plan to get the she-monkey to voluntarily leave the marriage would now change to a more forceful exit. She was tired of waiting, as Victor had advised. Now she would do what she should have done a long time ago and send that trick back to Trinidad, where she belonged. It was bad enough the local ghetto bitches thought they had a chance at the limited number of white men on the island. But this bitch had to come here and think she could steal one of them, too? Hell no!
    She picked up the phone to up the ante in her campaign to get Dominic Stone permanently in her bed.

Chapter Three
    R inah’s day had turned out to be a difficult day all around. Ever since she’d come home, two hours ago, she’d been busy with one child or the other. Although Dominic had employed a full complement of staff to run their house, she’d always insisted on taking care of her family at night. She prepared all of their dinners, bathed and put the children to bed, and no staff member worked past six, except when they were entertaining. However, there had been no entertaining at the massive house and grounds since Dominic had left.
    Tonight she was having a hard time calming Nikki down and getting her to go to sleep.
    The evening had started peacefully enough. After the housekeeper and the nanny had left for the day, Rinah helped Matt with his homework and played with the children in the pool for an hour. She then fed both children, and cleaned up the mess they had made in the kitchen, while setting aside a marinated steak for her own dinner later. Nikki seemed a little more fussy than usual but nothing alarming until she tried to settle them for bed.
    The children shared a room, and it was usually a peaceful and fun half hour to read a story and put them to bed for the night. However, Nikki refused to be settled and continued to fuss loudly.
    Matthew, noting his mother’s distraction, took full advantage. She alternated between reasoning with him and promising him treats, but still he didn’t go to bed. And then, during negotiations, Nikki emptied what little dinner she’d consumed down the front of Rinah’s blouse.
    Why me, Lord, why?
    Sighing in frustration, she then took both children to her bedroom. Placing a pajama-clad Matthew in the middle of her queen-sized bed to