PROLOGUE

Share had just left a meeting and was on her way home. Luther Vandross was pumping from the speakers of her brand new Lexus. She’d had a long day and was now ready for some woodwork, which always released the day’s pressure.

 

 

Share was dark-skinned with deep dimples, a beautiful set of teeth and high cheekbones. She could have been a supermodel if she chose. Instead she was a single businesswoman with no kids.

 

 

Share turned onto her block and parked. She grabbed her briefcase off the passenger’s seat and went into the house. She started to ring Petie’s phone to tell him to come now, but she decided not to. He’d probably get there late, but he’d be there. She undressed, put on some music, turned on the shower and got in.