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wait until she was rested, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.
    "You should know what happened.” Cara rubbed her nose on the pillow. “What did you give me? It makes me feel like I'm floating. I won't be able to walk. Amy and I are going to attend the fundraising event and I want to—” She let out a loud yawn. “See the Christmas Wish Tree and join the fundraising."
    "It's a strong pain killer. I already told you, you can't go to the fundraiser tonight. You can see the tree tomorrow. That is if your foot is better. Cara, baby. I know you just want to sleep, but tell me what changed your mind about us."
    Cara closed her eyes and let out a sigh the way a tired person would when finally finding a spot to rest. “I feel like a feather blown by the wind."
    "We'll talk tomorrow. I want to know why you turned your back on me."
    For a minute, he thought she was already asleep, but Cara opened her eyes to look at him. “To forget my pain."
    "What are you talking about?"
    "I believed what you told me—we were going to talk when you got back. You came back all right, but to flaunt Rochelle. So I figured when you said we'd talk, you were just promising me something so I wouldn't cry all over you, especially since I surrendered my virginity to you."
    He should have known she'd be jealous of Rochelle. “I'm sorry baby. There's a reason why I'm with her right now."
    "Yeah. You didn't want to upset your beauty queen.” Cara yawned. Her eyes were already half closed.
    "Did Amy tell you about me meeting Rochelle in Florida?"
    "Hmm?"
    "How did you find out about Rochelle and I?"
    "Rochelle called Amy.” Cara let out a loud yawn, rubbed her nose on the pillow.
    "Cara, just a minute and you can sleep. Answer me. Did you go out with Rick because you heard about Rochelle?"
    "I'm sorry I wasn't friendly to you Lucas. It's just it hurts to see you..."
    "You shouldn't be jealous of Rochelle. You know why? Cara?” Cara's even and soft breathing told him she was asleep already. He wondered if she would remember tomorrow what he had just said. He leaned forward and kissed her. For a moment, he stayed in his position staring at Cara while she slept. “I love you, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Hear me? I love you.” He waited for a reaction. Nothing. He loved her so much. It was too damn bad his job got in a way. He didn't want to leave that morning especially when things were going so much sweeter between them.
    The DEA gave him the case about Ramon Rivera, the cunning, heartless ass-hole suspected of supplying illegal drugs to young girls aspiring to become beauty queen or models. The drugs, he was told, were supposed to keep the girls’ bodies skinny. So far, those who admitted taking the drugs were not only blackmailed, but raped as well. The drugs were nothing but date rape pills. And then the victims, once used and degraded, were forced to take cocaine—to supply and use to keep them from talking. Rivera was one slick son of a bitch. Be that as it may, he'd find the asshole and truss him up like the pig he was. And through Rochelle, he'd find him.
    He watched Cara for a couple more minutes. After planting a kiss on her slightly parted lips, he left the room.
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    Rochelle stepped back to hide behind the potted houseplant as she watched Lucas leave Cara's room. Through the bedroom window, she had seen how Cara clung to Lucas, without a doubt enjoying his hold on her.
    Bitch! Playing weak to get Lucas's attention . And Lucas's family believed her drama. Weak minded people.
    She hated Cara the first time she met her and she hated her more now. The woman was a threat to her, a rival for Lucas's attention.
    She won her Miss Washington title because she knew how to play the game. Whatever it took, she'd make sure by the end of the year she was the one wearing Lucas's ring. If she had to cut the bitch's throat, she'd do it. Just to get rid of her.
    Hmm, why not? And I know how to do just it .
    * * * *
    Cara woke up to the