CHAPTER 21

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“Son of a b***h,” James swore. “No wonder she’s so wary around men. Can’t say I blame her. I’ll be careful with her. I don’t want her to fear me. It sickens me that any woman would have reason to fear men as she does.” “In that we agree,” Derrick said. “Clement couldn’t give Sandra what she needed. Dominance. And she loved him too much to ask it of him. But he knew. And now that she’s taken that step and wants what I can give her, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy again.” “I wish you luck,” James said sincerely. “She’s a good woman. You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” “I know,” Derrick said quietly. They both fell silent when Sandra reentered the room carrying the silver tray with the hors d’oeuvres she’d prepared earlier. She was a dream in the kitchen. When she and Clement had

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