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him feel better. But the truth was, there was nothing anyone could do that would make him feel better.
    “Hey, want to play cards?”
    “I don’t much feel like playing cards.”
    “Well, let’s eat; dinner’s ready.”
    After dinner Amelia cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Quadir retired to the living room where he turned on the news. He sat on the sofa where he fell asleep.
    Just then, Gena knocked at the door. Amelia entered the living room and let Quadir know she was there.
    “Let her in.”
    Gena walked into the living room where Quadir was. Their eyes met and Quadir took her hands into his. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too, Quadir. I’m so glad you’re okay. Now we can be together.”
    Quadir took her into his arms and caressed the back of her neck, cradling her head in the palm of his hand. He kissed her mouth ever so gently. Their lips locked as they had so long ago. At that moment Quadir realized it was Amelia he was holding and not Gena.
    “I want you, Quadir; I want to be with you.”
    “Amelia, there’s no turning back. You understand? No turning back.”
    “I understand,” she said.
    In her heart she knew exactly what he was saying. There was no turning back. There was only the forward motion of them together.
    Their lips locked tightly as Quadir moved, swiftly covering her body with his. His hands pulled up her shirt as his fingers caressed her breasts. With each breath he took, she breathed in unison, and she could feel his hard penis through his clothing pressing against her mound. He moved his hand down to her pants and unbuttoned them, pulling them down, freeing one leg at a time. How he had gotten his clothes off was beyond her; all Amelia knew was that she was ready. Ready to be with him, ready to make love to him, and ready to be loved by him. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, nothing. She had already proven that by saving his life, and risking her career by faking his death.
    They made love for hours and when they were done it was as if the memory of Gena had been completely erased. The only thing on his mind was how he was going to get his money back.
    Maybe Amelia is right; maybe I should just ask her for it.
    Rik hurried into the restaurant, closing his umbrella at the door. The weather outside was beyond dreadful. Rain fell from the sky like a monsoon. Rik took off his raincoat, folded it over his arm, and walked to the maître d’.
    “Table for one, sir?” she asked.
    “No, I’m with the Santero party.”
    “Oh, he’s already here. I just showed him in a minute ago.”
    The hostess grabbed a menu and started for the table. “Follow me, please, and I’ll show you to your table.”
    She led Rik to the table where his dinner guest was waiting.
    “Rik, what’s happening, my man?” Tony rose and embraced him tightly. “Here, have a seat.”
    Rik took the seat across from Tony.
    “Have the waitress bring us a bottle of your finest wine, please,” Tony told the maître d’. He waited until she departed and then took his seat again. “Rik, my man, how are you?”
    Rik shook his head. “Not good, Tony. Not too good.”
    Tony waved him off. “We’ll make it all better, my man.”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Don’t worry. Just wait until you hear the proposal we have for you.”
    The waitress arrived with the wine and two glasses. “Are you ready to order, sir?”
    “What would you like to eat, Rik?” Tony asked.
    Rik shrugged. “Um, let me do the filet, medium well, butterfly cut, with the creamed spinach and mashed potatoes. And, also, let me get a Caesar salad to start.”
    “And for you, sir?” the waitress asked Tony.
    “You know what, I’ll have the filet well done, butterfly cut, but Oscar that with a side of the sweet potato casserole, please. And I’ll take a Caesar salad also.”
    “Very well, sir.” The waitress nodded, removed the menus from the table, and disappeared.
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