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everything that he wanted in a woman. She was loyal, caring, confident, educated, and beautiful. She was also opinionated, stubborn, a little stuck up, and spoiled. Those were the personality traits that he was sure his mother would hate.
    “Get up, babe,” he said and nudged her off his lap. “I gotta go.”
    Caprice turned up her nose.
    “No whining,” he said before she could get started. “I’ll call you when we get to the house.”
    Diesel left Caprice alone to relax while she waited for her mother’s flight to come in, but relaxing was furthest from her mind. She had work to do.
    She texted Mateo and a few minutes later, he was walking through the condo door. Mateo, by far, was her favorite out of the twins. He was a little friendlier than his brother and more willing to perfect his English so they could communicate better. He also didn’t have a problem with Diesel.
    Caprice threw together a quick breakfast for the two of them and they sat at the breakfast counter eating and going over the day’s plans.
    “Can you get word to Leo that we’re meeting tomorrow at nine?”
    “At the steakhouse?” Mateo asked.
    “Yeah. And Sabrina at the liquor licensing board is being a bitch. It’s going to take another ten to push our paperwork through.”
    “Want us to take care of her?”
    “Noooo!” Caprice laughed. “We’re just going to pay her. What’s the word on Keisha?”
    “She’s still in Providence,” Mateo informed her. “Is it time?”
    Caprice shook her head and sipped her espresso. “Not yet. It hasn’t been that long since her cousin’s funeral. Let’s give her a few more months. Just make sure you always know where she is. Cool?”
    “Cool. Do you want a ride to the airport?”
    “No. I’m sending a car for Mom.”
    “We have the day off?”
    Caprice laughed at the way Mateo asked. She knew what having a day off meant for the twins. Lots of alcohol, loud music and as many women as they could handle. Their heavy Italian accents and dark Italian features were a magnet for the loose women in Atlantic City. And the Caldarone twins couldn’t get enough of American women.
    “Sure,” Caprice agreed. Everyone needed a break every once in awhile.
     
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    Caprice had abandoned her power suit and opted for the kind of flowy and light dress her mother was used to seeing her wear when she opened the door of her condo for Mahogany.
    As usual, Mahogany looked absolutely stunning. Caprice was tired of hearing about how beautiful Cynthia from The Real Housewives of Atlanta was, especially when Mahogany looked ten times better and was still a working model.
    Dressed in a pair of Dolce & Gabbana black leggings, a Catherine Malandrino top and a pair Balenciaga wedge sandals that hadn’t even been released yet, Mahogany made her own daughter jealous.
    “Are those the Balenciaga wedges? How Mom? How did you get those?”
    “I walked in their show last week.”
    “Did you get me a pair?”
    “He only had one this size. I put in the request.”
    Mahogany stepped aside and allowed the doorman to bring her bag into the condo. She instructed Greg to take the bag to the guestroom and handed him a twenty before he left.
    “He’s a sweet guy,” Mahogany commented after Greg had left. “He was so helpful when I was here last time.”
    “I like him.”
    Caprice walked over to the sofa and sat back down. Mahogany came up behind the couch and ruffled Caprice’s perfectly coiffed hair.
    “Mom!”
    Mahogany grinned. “Stop pouting. You know your hair is fine. And you know you miss me.”
    “Of course I do. This is hard work.”
    “It’s experience, though,” Mahogany stated as she sat down. “You wouldn’t get this type of experience if you were sitting in a classroom at Stanford.”
    “I could be in Paris with Janelle, eating cheese and bread, and not worrying about getting fat.”
    “The last place you need to be is in Paris. You have no restraint. You’d be three hundred pounds and have