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He volunteered to do this.
I didn’t even have to ask.
It’s like they’re scared of me or something.
Yours,
- Dr. Saraci
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “I can’t believe he signed this ‘Dr. Saraci.’”
“From the hubby?”
She shrieked, nearly knocking the container clear off the table; the rabbit food the company offered for lunch wouldn’t come close to being an adequate replacement.
“Is that from the hubby?” Estelle peered at the note. “Is that why you’re sitting here grinning like that?”
Raina tucked the note into her robe’s pocket. “I’m not grinning.”
“You were. Just like this.” Estelle stretched her mouth into a broad smile and opened her eyes so wide, her lashes came close to touching her brows. “I’m most curious about how this guy got you to fall this far in love with him, and is he an only child? I mean, I want someone to send me flowers and paninis too.”
She didn’t know whether Lucas was an only child. In fact, she didn’t know anything about his family life outside of what Delilah had shared, which wasn’t much.
“How much time do I have to eat?” she asked.
Estelle leaned her hip against the table’s edge. “Twelve minutes. Now, stop avoiding the question. The only age-appropriate male you’ve ever dated was Mr. What’s-His-Face in New York. The one who played college football with your brother. Every other guy? They could have gone to school with either of your parents. What’s different about the surgeon? It can’t be his money.”
Raina looked around as if O.B. would suddenly manifest out of thin air. Several times, O.B. had asked her if she was seeing Kamal Whitmore, and she’d liedevery single time.While O.B. never tried to regulate who she and Delilah dated, he would have had he known.
O.B. couldn’t stand Kamal.
Three months into the relationship, she learned why when Kamal thought raising a fist would get her to “fall in line.” Quickly, she reminded him why she was not the one.
The best thing she ever did for her brother’s career was making sure he never found out. O.B. would have killed him. Without question, Miguel and Carson would have helped.
“When was the wedding?” Estelle probed. “As long as we’ve known each other, you couldn’t invite me?”
“We eloped,” she said.
“Do your folks know?”
“Not yet.”
“Your mother doesn’t know?” Estelle whistled and left the dressing room, humming a tune that Raina immediately picked up on as,“Raina’s in love.”
But she wasn’t.
It had been a long time since anyone had seen her sincerely interested in someone; of course, it would look like love to the untrained eye.
She popped a couple of digestive enzymes and gas pills and scarfed down the paninis. Yesterday was lacy lingerie. Today, she was working on her first animation photography photoshoot, and the shoot required a skintight bodysuit so close to her complexion, she looked naked.
Dr. Doom
I received a notification that your lunch was delivered.
Are you eating?
Raina Daniels
