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Her mother chuckled. “Sounds less like work and more like play.”

Angela disliked the disapproving tone in her mother’s voice, but she wasn’t surprised by it. The Trainors thought that Angela’s career as a real estate agent wasn’t a real job. How could she be successful by showing homes all day?

“It’s a little bit of both. My boss and I are taking a prospective client out for dinner and a game. He’s hoping to wine and dine him so he’ll sign with our firm.”

“I’m sure that’s how the game is played in big business. One hand greases another,” her mother replied.

Her mother just couldn’t resist a put-down.

“Did you want something, Mama?”

“Your sister is going to be coming home in a week for the summer while she’s working on her PhD. I thought it would be a great idea if we planned a welcome-home dinner.”

“Denise hasn’t been gone that long.” Five months, if Angela recalled.

“I know, but we haven’t seen her all year. And it’s not like we see you much now since you started this new position.”

Angela glanced in the mirror. Her eyes said it all. She’d used her new job as an excuse to avoid visiting her family. She just hadn’t wanted to hear that she didn’t measure up to her educated baby sister.

“Mama, I told you how dog-eat-dog it is in the real estate business. I have to stay focused and get my name out there.”

“I know that, Angela, but your dad and I miss you girls. And we would love to have the entire family together.”

“All right, all right. Just tell me where and when.”

After getting the details and finally hanging up with her mother, Angela barely had time to grab her clutch purse and throw a few items in before her buzzer was ringing. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was 6:00 p.m. Daniel was on time.

When she arrived downstairs, a chauffeur was waiting beside the limousine. Angela didn’t think the display of wealth was necessary, but she didn’t mind enjoying the benefits tonight.

“Good evening, ma’am.” The driver tipped his hat to her as he opened the door.

Angela climbed inside and was greeted by the sight of Daniel lounging on the backseat. “Hello,” she said.

“Hello, yourself. Have a seat.” There wasn’t much room for her as his large frame took up most of the seat, but he patted the cushion beside him.

It was going to be impossible to ignore Daniel with him sitting so close. He was the kind of man who dominated his surroundings no matter where he was. In the confines of a car, he could be devastating. But what could she do? Reluctantly, Angela slid in next to him. “Where’s Alejandro?”

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