They’d been gone for two days and she had to buy clothes to wear, though most of their trip had been spent in bed on the boat he’d named after her. The new dark brown pantsuit with a copper silk blouse underneath was a welcome change from the uncomfortable dress she’d first worn. “Where to, ma’am?” asked one of the men assigned to protect her. “My room,” she answered dryly. She sashayed through the quiet hall. Lee had driven off in a car waiting for him when they’d landed. Of course, she’d been chauffeured back to their place in Sausalito with an armed caravan. “Hi, sis!” Sasha walked down the stairs, fluffing the riot of curls that cascaded down the sides of her face. “I want to talk to you.” “W’sup?” Michelle passed off her bags to the guard and gestured for her sister to follow her. She led her out to the veranda where their voices wouldn’t easily be heard. When she turned, she noticed how different Sasha had become.
