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finding it hard to keep the disappointment from her voice.
    Hank nodded. “Whatever you want, Bianca.”
    She crossed the dining room to reach the swinging door leading into the kitchen.
    “Bianca, I’m—”
    She left the dining room, the swoosh-swoosh of the door swinging back and forth ate up his words.
    Trishon was at the stove, still dressed in a short and sheer mint green housecoat. She turned to look at Bianca over her shoulder, smiling warmly. “Mornin’, Bianca. I’m just finishing breakfast,” she said in a cheery voice.
    “Good morning,” she said. Bianca longed for shades as the screaming orange of the walls caused her eyes to ache. She reached for two tall glasses from the red dish rack and moved over to the adjacent corner to fill one with coffee, creamer, and sugar.
    “Your Daddy just loves my scrambled eggs,” Trishon said, her southern accent prominent as she lifted the pan to scoop some of the eggs onto a plate.
    Bianca carried the glasses to the refrigerator, using the ice maker on the door to fill the empty glass with ice. “Smells good,” she said, walking over to the island as she poured the coffee over the ice.
    Trishon carried two steaming plates out of the kitchen, backing out with them in her hand. “Help yourself,” she offered.
    Bianca sipped her coffee as she peered down into the pan. The eggs looked fluffy enough but there was little reddish-brown flecks in them. Frowning a bit, she used a fork to dig one of the flecks out of the eggs and tasted it. It was a little hard and had a familiar flavor to it… kind of like bacon… more like—
    Bianca eyes widened in recognition and her eyes then noticed the large open container of bacon bits sitting on the counter next to the stove.
    “Who puts bacon bits in eggs?” she muttered, deciding right then she wasn’t hungry.
    Bianca carried her glass out of the kitchen. “Daddy, I’ll be in the study. If you’ll just meet me in there when you’re done with breakfast,” she said, continuing toward the hall.
    Hank looked like he’d rather eat nails, but he nodded before scooping a pile of eggs into his mouth.
    “Actually, Hank has to help me with a quickie—I mean a quick chore upstairs and then he’s all yours,” Trishon said, reaching over to caress Hank’s hand with her index finger as she licked her fork and gazed into his eyes.
    Hank’s broad face broke into a grin bigger than the state of South Carolina and Bianca had to fight not to frown at the thought of their “chore.”
    As they shared a kiss over their weird breakfast she gladly left them alone. Mama must be spinning in her grave .
     
    He was paid well for what he did, but even he had to wonder to what end did someone want to see the King ranch ruined. Atop a hill in the distance he used binoculars to look down at the King spread. His gazefell on the convertible Volvo.
    King’s daughter was back in town. His loins stirred at the thought of her. There was no denying her appeal, but he had not intention of pursuing her. Still, he could dream of those big lips pleasing him.
    He laughed at the thought, letting his hand drop to roughly stroke his erection.
    She had no idea what she just walked into.
     
    Kahron sat behind his massive black walnut desk in his study, his eyes locked on his phone. He leaned forward in his seat to reach for it but paused, eventually drawing his hand back and leaning back in his chair.
    He wanted to call Bianca.
    He laughed at his nervousness over simply picking up the phone and calling her.
    When he got home last night she had been on his mind: the beauty of her eyes, the sound of her laughter, the subtle scent of her perfume.
    But there was more to it than that.
    He wanted King’s land and although the stubborn drunkard refused, Kahron knew it would be just a matter of time before it was his. So why not sooner than later?
    Everyone in town knew Bianca left home for college and never returned. Although Hank bragged on his daughter, the