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and shades. Yet still this child had recognized her, and so could someone else. But how could she resist this little brown-skinned angel?
    She couldn’t.
    “Okay.” Chloe removed her cap and DKNY shades, and stooped down her height. She flashed her famous smile as the girl’s grandmother snapped several shots of them together.
    “Thank you so much. You really made Kimani’s day. Sure do ‘preciate that.”
    Chloe smiled and wish them well before taking her leave, praying she didn’t appear rude. But she didn’t want to be recognized. After getting her few pieces of luggage, Chloe picked up her already reserved rental car, a red BMW convertible.
    Following the directions given her by the star-struck car rental agent, Chloe was situated in her penthouse suite at the Charleston Grand Royale within thirty minutes. She called Anika at work to let her know she had arrived safely. Next she unpacked, and because she was well acclimated to hotel living, it took just minutes to empty the two suitcases and garment bag. The rest of her clothing was, of course, in her apartment in New York. There was no way she could have done the extensive traveling that she had this year with her entire wardrobe. Now all the traveling stopped here, in her new home state of South Carolina.
    In fact, she had flown straight from an exclusive resort in Jamaica, and she was dying to get cleaned up. It had been a long day. After a hot bath with aromatherapy jasmine bath beads, Chloe dressed in a crisp white tank and cut off, stonewashed jeans. With a pair of black thong sandals on, Chloe left the penthouse suite.
    As she stepped off the elevator onto the elegantly furnished foyer, she was careful to look out for the hotel’s overly enthusiastic manager. When she had first arrived, he and a small portion of his staff had been awaiting her arrival with the full red carpet treatment. Frankly, she wasn’t in the mood for any fanfare. Really, she just wanted to see her land and her house.
    Her whole purpose for leaving beautiful Jamaica early, with its white sands and black, muscled men, was to check on the development of her home. No longer could she go on Anthony’s word; she had to see it for herself. The whole project was too important for her to be in another country while it was being constructed.
    She breezed a sigh of relief as she slipped past the unsuspecting hotel manager. Within minutes she was back in the vehicle, with the top down and the radio playing the latest R&B songs. The directions she had stopped to get from a gas station cashier seemed easy enough. Most of the driving was straight down Highway 17.
    As she enjoyed the late afternoon Sunday sun and the feel of the breeze as she drove, Chloe thought of the year she just spent traveling. After enjoying the rest of the summer at a small villa she rented in Italy, she lounged away the fall season cruising. It had been the best way to continue winding down after her hectic life in the New York celebrity set. Although filled with luxurious amenities, it still had been a way for Chloe to wean herself from a fast-paced life and enjoy having empty days to treat herself to the simple things she enjoyed, like reading. On many of the nights aboard the ship she had remained in her suite and just ordered pizza, watched pay-per-view movies on the interactive television, or allowed her private butler to arrange a candlelight supper dinner, for one, on her veranda.
    The two-week cruise to Greece had been memorable, but it was her stay at the beautiful Andromeda Hotel in Athens that had been the ultimate. Her days had been spent walking the mountains among ancient pottery remains. She had enjoyed the rich history and culture of the Acropolis and she had been amused by the sight of men astride donkeys riding through the olive groves. The last day of her three week stay in the beautiful country, she chartered a private yacht to sightsee the Cyclades and the Dodecanese islands, a site too impressive to