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little munchkin is just too perfect,” she exclaimed.
    Troy nodded. “Well, you look great. Motherhood becomes you.”
    Troy tossed a quick look out the bakery window, his eyes skating across the landscape. The gesture did not go unnoticed.
    Quentin winked an eye at his friends. “So what brings you here this time of the night?” he asked. “And you’re all dressed up!”
    Everyone turned to admire his silk suit. It was a deep navy blue and he’d paired it with a pale pink dress shirt and navy-striped necktie. His shoes were highly polished and he sported a fresh shave and haircut.
    Troy shrugged. “I’m meeting a friend for dinner,” he said, staring out the window a second time.
    â€œAnyone we know?” Harper asked, a sly smile on her face.
    Troy tossed her a look. “Mind your business, Harper, not mine.”
    â€œI was just asking. You look kind of nervous.”
    He tossed her another look, his eyes rolling.
    â€œHow’s the campaign going?” Rachel asked, seeming to change the subject.
    â€œWe’re on track,” Troy said. “I have a great team, everyone’s working really hard, and things are moving along nicely.”
    â€œGood to hear,” Dwayne chimed. “In fact, Rachel and I were talking and we would like to host a fundraising event for you. Toss our support behind you.”
    Troy nodded. “Thank you. That would really be great.”
    â€œI have to know who you’re having dinner with first,” Rachel said, her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
    Harper and Quentin laughed.
    â€œWhy is that your business?” Troy asked.
    â€œBecause we’re family and I’m nosy.”
    Troy shook his head, not bothering to respond. His gaze moved back to the street outside.
    Movement over Troy’s left shoulder caught Quentin’s eye. He gestured ever so slightly with his head, a wide smile filling his face. Harper’s eyes followed where he stared, her own smile lifting brightly.
    â€œSo,” Harper said. “What time is Amina supposed to be here?”
    Troy blew a deep sigh. “Don’t start, Harper.”
    Rachel laughed. “So Troy’s having dinner with Amina?”
    Harper nodded. “That’s what I’m told.”
    â€œAmina is a stunning woman,” Quentin said. “Beautiful and smart.”
    â€œSo, she’s not like the other women he used to date,” Dwayne said, mischief shimmering in his eyes.
    â€œThen why is she going to dinner with Troy?” Rachel teased.
    â€œBecause he’s buying,” Amina said, moving from the doorway toward them.
    Troy turned in surprise, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
    â€œPlus, he’s kind of cute,” she added, joy painted across her face as she locked gazes with the handsome man.
    Dwayne and Rachel turned in their seats. Neither could hide the surprise on their faces, both in awe of Amina’s change.
    â€œHot damn!” Dwayne murmured under his breath.
    His wife gave him a swift punch to his shoulder.
    Amina had changed out of her hijab and veil into a formfitting black dress and three-inch designer heels. The fit and flare design had an off-the-shoulder bodice, delicate ruching accents, and a hemline that stopped just above her knee. She was waif thin with just enough hip and dip that it fit her petite frame perfectly. Her curls were flowing past her shoulders, the natural styling of the reddish-brown strands framing her delicate face.
    Stunning didn’t begin to describe her, Troy thought. The woman was absolutely mesmerizing. He grinned, heat radiating from every pore on his body. He tossed his family a quick look. “You all think you’re funny,” he said as they burst out laughing.

7
    The restaurant and wine bar was the epitome of fine dining. Amina instantly loved everything about the place. Service started with the valet parking and was unending as