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three-minute hard-on deflated and Denitra rolled her eyes, as well as her body off their silken-sheeted haven and made a beeline toward the bathroom.
    â€œHey, what the hell has gotten in to you?” Shaw asked, trailing behind her. “You’ve been trippin’ since we got here.”
    â€œOh, please. You’re imaging things.” She turned on the shower. “See if you can get me some aspirins or something. We’re expected at dinner in a few minutes.” Denitra tuned Shaw’s babbling out as she assessed her figure in the mirror. She definitely had the figure to capture Russell Stone’s attention—now she needed the polish.
    Just thinking what she should wear next to men and women who only wore top-of-the-line, designer clothes really did threaten to give her a headache. She wished she could be more like them.
    She’d have to learn and learn quickly if she wanted a man like Russell Stone to notice her.

    Russell stood before the bathroom mirror and took one last long look at his thick moustache and scruffy beard and then reached for the electric razor Coleman had brought him. At first, he felt like an invalid trying to maneuver the gadget, but within minutes he had the hang of it. When he finished, he roamed his hand across his now smooth skin and finally saw what everyone else did—Russell Stone.
    Coleman returned and proved to be one hell of a barber. Dinner didn’t call for an Armani suit, but Coleman had selected a black and gray Valentino number that draped his toned six-foot-two physique like an actor on the red carpet.
    â€œAre you pleased, sir?” Coleman asked.
    Russell kept turning before the bedroom mirrors, marveling at the transformation.
    â€œSir?” Coleman prompted again.
    â€œYes, yes,” Russell answered at last. “You did a good job, Coleman.”
    A smile lit Coleman’s eyes, but it didn’t touch his lips. Russell found the older gentleman an interesting oddity, but he liked him.
    â€œWhat time is dinner served again?” Russell asked, eager to see his wife again. Wife. When had he accepted that notion as fact? Probably the moment he laid eyes on her and started wishing it to be true.
    â€œDinner will be served promptly at seven, sir.”
    â€œColeman, it’s not necessary to keep calling me ‘sir.’”
    â€œThen what shall I call you?” he asked, maintaining his stoic expression.
    Silence, and then softly, “Russell. For the time being you can call me Russell.”
    At last, a smile curved the butler’s full lips. “As you wish.”

    Madeline expected Christopher to host another large dinner, this time for the curious, family and friends who’d missed the main event the night before. Instead, the table was set for seven.
    â€œThis should be cozy,” Cecelia commented. “Less company means we’ll have more of opportunity to grill this impostor.”
    Madeline glanced at her overly bejeweled mother. “You think he’s a fake?”
    â€œOf course he is. Did you see that disgusting beard and moustache—and those clothes? The horror!”
    â€œMother—”
    â€œI know what I’m talking about. Good breeding stays in the bones, amnesia or not.”
    Speechless, Madeline shook her head. She wondered for the umpteenth time why she had invited her mother.
    â€œWhere shall we sit?” Cecelia asked.
    â€œAnywhere is fine,” Madeline said, drawing back the first chair she approached.
    Her mother’s hand wrapped around her arm like a steel vise and prevented her from sitting down.
    â€œI want you to sit next to him— the fraud. ”
    Madeline didn’t like that idea. Despite her earlier bravado on the phone with Lysandra, she was certain, she needed a bit of distance from Russell in order to think clearly. “That’s not necessary, Mother. We’re going to be here all weekend. There will be plenty of opportunity