KURT STOOD, OFF TO one side, away from the crowds of people, his gaze centered on only one person. His fiancée. She was rocking it out on the dance floor, Alera, Samira and her new assistant, Ebun, by her side. Attired in an amethyst wrap dress with a deep v-neckline that emphasized her well-formed breasts, her hair done in a slanted bob that fell across her face, her teeth shining, her hips swinging, she was evidently having the time of her life.
He smiled. This party was mainly for her. She’d revealed to him once that she’d never had an engagement party. She and her ex had gotten married without one. He’d had his fair share of engagement parties. Well, just one. He and Grace’s party had been at the Four Points by Sheraton Hotel. His engagement party to Abomeli was supposed to be held at
