A Perfect Caress. Nana Prah
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He raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s a possibility?”
“A fact.”
“Hmm. You sound sure of yourself.”
A slight dip of her head to the side would have to suffice for an answer as they walked to the front of the cafeteria.
He placed the single item on the counter and waited to be checked out. Before she had the chance to move past him, he asked, “What’s your name?”
She paused, wondering if she should answer with the truth. His charm had an uncomfortable effect on her. What did she have to lose? She’d never see him again. “Lanelle Murphy.”
“Can I walk you to wherever you’re going?”
She backed away as her gaze fell on the cake with regret. “It’s better if you don’t. I’d like your niece to be a happy girl. Take care.” Before he could speak again, she blended into the throng of people passing by.
* * *
Dante dashed a ten-dollar bill onto the counter and rushed out of the cafeteria without waiting for his change. Lanelle had headed to the left, so he made his way down that hallway. It had been a while since a woman had fascinated him. His heart still raced.
For once his height wasn’t an advantage when it came to finding someone in a crowd. A tall, medium brown–skinned woman with her hair piled in a tight bun turned out to be more difficult to find during lunchtime near a cafeteria than he’d anticipated. She’d vanished.
He relaxed his outstretched neck. The news he’d received in the morning, about his company winning the bid to install the flooring and countertops for the new hospital wing, had brought him to the hospital early to sign the contract. It would pull his business in a whole new direction. One that would leave the company free and clear in his name. Winning him full ownership of the company.
If only they’d get good news from his niece’s doctor, he could have a celebration.
The vibration of his phone diverted his attention from the now-waning search for the mystery woman. The screen lit up with a picture of Vanessa’s bright, smiling face. A year ago his knees had buckled when they’d found out her Hodgkin’s lymphoma had been kicked to the curb. If only it would stay there.
He answered the phone with “I’ve got the cake, CocoVan.” The girl loved chocolate. Everyone swore that her first word had been “cocoa,” as she’d reached for the candy bar her mother had been eating.
Vanessa giggled instead of chastising him for using the nickname she claimed to loathe. “More great news.”
“More?”
“Where are you?” She evaded his question.
Dante continued to scan the hall for the elusive Lanelle. Give it up. She’s long gone. “Near the cafeteria you strong-armed me into going to.”
“You offered, Uncle D. Mom wants you to meet us in the parking garage.”
“What about the results?”
Did she just emit laughter of hysteria or of joy? His palms sweated as he turned on his heel in haste toward the opposite direction from the one the mystery lady had taken. Had they gotten the news already? Was it bad? No, he wouldn’t allow his mind to go there. “Are you okay?” Please say yes.
“Just meet us. Mom’s getting all clingy again.” She hung up, sending him flying through the hospital corridors in an attempt to reach his niece without having a heart attack from the fear ready to choke him.
When he arrived, from halfway across the parking lot, one thing hit Dante: huge smiles erupted from each of their faces.
When his niece noticed him, she ran over and grabbed the chocolate cake from his hands. “You’re the best.”
“What’s going on?”
The fingers his older sister, Cynthia, held over her lips couldn’t hide the ear-to-ear grin. “Vanessa’s still in remission.”
Dante froze. His gaze roamed over to his brother-in-law, whose head bobbed up and down so fiercely, Dante feared damage to his spine. When he looked at his niece, his dazed state broke. Lifting her, he spun so her legs arced behind her.
Vanessa’s laughter transformed into a groan. “I’m dizzy.”
So was he, but he didn’t care. Setting her down, he ensured she didn’t fall after she stumbled. “This is amazing.” He’d become a proud member of the irrepressible smile club.
Cynthia and her husband joined them in a huddled hug. Their prayers of gratitude weren’t loud, yet he knew they could be heard in the loftiest of places.
Breaking away, Dante didn’t care that they saw him wiping away tears. With a sniffle he asked, “How come you found out without me?”
“We wanted to wait, but Little Miss Hot-Pants here—” Cynthia pointed to her only daughter “—begged us to go in early when the receptionist announced we could see the doctor.”
Alan’s laughter echoed through the parking lot. “That’s not how I recall it.” Cynthia’s husband was one of the only men he knew who had the ability to call his sister out when she implemented her overbearing ways. “Switch the names and you have a truer account.”
Vanessa sidled up to her father and swung an arm around his waist. “I wanted to wait for you, but Mom didn’t even ask me when she snatched my arm and dragged me into the office.”
Cynthia dismissed the duo with a flick of her hand. “It’s all good. My baby girl is healthy. Nothing else matters.”
“Amen.” Alan raised a hand in response.
Dante became aware of his surroundings. “What are we doing out here? Let’s pick Ryan up and party.
How does McKnight’s sound?”
“Delicious.” Cynthia smacked her lips. “I could use some soul food I didn’t cook myself.”
Clasping his palms, Dante set the plan in motion. “Great. How about you and Alan get the hyperactive child and meet us there? Vanessa can drive my car.”
Vanessa’s emitted screeches had Dante concerned for his eardrums. “You’re going to let me drive your Lamborghini? Really?”
For once, he’d relinquish control of his beloved custom-tailored car. “Today is the day to rejoice, and you mean more to me than the car ever will. Since you’ve been hounding me about it since I bought it two years ago, I figure today is as good a day as any.”
Vanessa’s giddiness as she tackled him in a hug solidified Dante’s decision, making his heart swell even further.
Alan nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
Cynthia extended her arms to her daughter, and Vanessa stepped into them without question.
Dante watched the touching scene. The family had been through hell and back since Vanessa had been diagnosed. Now life would go back to as normal as it could be, with the threat of cancer always hanging over them.
Vanessa broke the embrace and walked to Dante with her cake in one hand and the other palm up with her fingers wiggling. “The keys.”
He fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them to his niece with one warning. “Be careful.”
“Of course I will, Uncle D,” she said as she waved her dessert parcel. “I didn’t make it this far to let it all go for some speed.”
The cake brought to mind the mystery woman he’d met in the cafeteria. Other than announcing he’d lost a beautiful Nubian princess over the hospital speakers and saying she should hightail it back to the cafeteria, there was nothing he could do to find her. Shaking his head at the regret of having to wait to start his search for her, he hooked an arm around his niece’s