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measures to get the prepaid cell. To
keep it hidden from him. Her actions all pointed to one
thing—Salina was having an affair. But for how long? Years? Months?
Richmond cursed. He banged his fist into the armrest.
    Pain rushed to his temples. Disgusted,
he hopped to his feet. Pacing the floor back and forth, he slid his
hands deep into his pockets. He stopped in his tracks. “Who was she
calling?”
    Don shrugged. “Now that, I don’t know
yet.”
    Richmond flattened his palms on Don’s
desk, leaned into him, and clenched his teeth. “Find. Him. When you
do, don’t tell a soul but me.”
    Don scooted back his chair and stood
to meet Richmond’s glare. “What do you plan on doing to him once I
find him?”
    Kill him. “Let me worry about that.” Richmond turned on his
heels and walked out Don’s office, feeling drained. Like shit. Like
his entire marriage had been a fucking lie. He thought he and
Salina didn’t keep secrets. Thought they told each other
everything. Well, at least he’d practiced honesty and had shared
everything with her. Too bad she didn’t respect him enough to do
the same thing as him.
    As Richmond stood in front of the
elevator waiting for the ride, disappointment about his marriage to
Salina made his heart bleed. Made the pumping organ hurt like hell.
Twisting his lips, despair engulfed him. Threatened to make him
cry. But crying, now that he wasn’t going to do. Real men didn’t
cry.
    Flinching, he eased his hands inside
his pockets.
    Salina, how could you keep
a secret from me? You betrayed me.
    The elevators slid open, and a somber
Richmond stepped inside. If she was having an affair, it had to be
way before the illness disabled her physically. Resting his head on
the wall, the elevator doors slid closed.
     
     
    PEPPERY CHICKEN AROMAS ASSAILED
RICHMOND’S nostrils as soon as he’d stepped foot inside his home.
Closing the garage door behind himself, he entered the kitchen to
find Kayla standing over the stove. Stirring a spoon inside a big
pot, Kayla glanced back over her shoulder at him. When her sexy
mouth pulled into an endearing smile, the tension he’d been feeling
since leaving Don’s office tempted to subside. To momentarily fade
from his troubled spirit.
    Kayla’s eyes were
compelling and magnetic as she said, “You’re just in time for
dinner. Hope you’re hungry.” Her
lips. Her soft looking lips eased into a
sensual smile.
    He gave her sexy figure a raking gaze,
then asked, “Where’s Isabelle?”
    “ I’m in here, Daddy.”
Isabelle burst from out of the kitchen pantry. “Kayla spread a
blanket on the floor inside the closet. Do you want to come see my
grocery store?”
    Something that Don said about Salina
clicked in Richmond’s mind. Disturbed, he pulled the chair from
beneath the dinette table and sat. “Not right now, Pumpkin. Maybe
later.”
    Isabelle walked over to her father,
held out her hands, and he knew exactly what she wanted—for him to
hold her. He lifted his little angel to his lap, then looked at
Kayla.
    “ Your car is ready to be
picked up. My helper, Jason, will take you to get your
car.”
    “ Okay. Thanks again for
putting the tires on my car.”
    “ You’re
welcome.”
    Laying her head on his chest, Isabelle
gazed up at her father. “What’s wrong, Daddy? You sad?” Sensing his
mood, she poked her bottom lip out.
    I think your mother was
having an affair. Maybe it was an emotional affair, not a sexual
affair. Either one is wrong. “Nothing’s
wrong. I’m just tired.”
    Isabelle’s light brown eyes spread
wide. “Well, go to bed.”
    Richmond pinched her chin. “I will.
Right after I eat dinner and get you your bath. You didn’t have to
cook dinner, Kayla. Your actual duties don’t start until
tomorrow.”
    “ I don’t mind. Isabelle was
hungry, and since I didn’t know when you’d be back, I threw
together some chicken, vegetables, and noodles. Made some chicken
noodle soup.”
    Thinking about Salina getting