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the look in her eyes,he tried again. “Mommy, the hotel has a KP program for kids where they do water sports, activities and games. Can I go?”
    “That’s better.” Storm said dropping her hands to her sides. “Is this kiddy program properly supervised?” She raised a brow with this question knowing full well just how much trouble her son could get into if left to his own devices.
    Shane skipped across the room and threw his hands around her waist. Then he pulled her face downto his and gave her a loud kiss on the lips.
    “KP has four people from the hotel who are in charge of taking care of all the kids. Can I go?” He asked again.
    Storm frowned. “I don’t know.” She said, pretending to mull over the decision. “I need you here to help me with our plan? How will I do it without you?”
    Shane started bouncing on his toes, half with excitement and half with impatience. “I’ll be back in time to help, I promise. I’ll play with the kids in KP. Why don’t you go play with Cairo?” His eyes brightened with the suggestion.
    “That’s a great idea, munchkin.” She tapped his nose with a fingertip. “I plan to play with him later this evening. For now, why don’t I drop you off at KP.”
    The minute Storm delivered her son into the capable hands of the hotel staff; she rushed back upstairs with another hotel employee running to keep up with her. The woman was breathing heavily from exertion when Storm sat down in front of the vanity.
    “Okay Inez, I want the works: candlelight, champagne and soft music. I want it all. I’m planning a seduction and nothing can stand in my way. Money is no object; just make sure everything is as planned.” Storm could barely sit still in her chair as she gave the instructions. She was more than a little excited about putting her plan for winning her husband back into action. “I also want to reserve the private side of the beach for two hours.”
    Inez furrowed her brow. “That could be a problem. Someone might have reserved it already.”
    “Whatever it costs to bribe the current holders of the reservation, do it. Tonight is a very special night.”
    Inez nodded her approval and her eyes brightened with excitement. “Is that all, Ma’am?” She asked her pen poised over the pad.
    “Yes . . . No.” Storm said. “If it isn’t too much trouble could you also see that Tyrone Ebanks gets this letter?” She scribbled furiously on a piece of paper and signed it with a flourish.
    Inez took the paper with glee. “I will take it to him personally. If there is anything else you require, let me know. Mr. Kane said to make sure to fulfill all your needs.”
    Storm winked at the woman through her reflection in the mirror. “Inez, that’s nice, but only one person can fulfill my needs.”
    Inez’s smile stretched across her face. She left the room humming.
    As soon as she was gone Storm threw herself into preparation. Off came the now creased white dress. She thensailed her shoes across the room before looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She had a lot of work to do. Her hair was in shambles and her face was shiny because of the humidity. She hardly knew what to tackle first. In the end, she reached for the brush. She had to deal with her hair; if she remembered correctly, it was Cairo’s favorite.
    By the time she was finished preparing herself for the evening, Storm’s heart was slamming against her ribs. She was as nervous as a bride, and with good reason. The campaign to disrupt Cairo’s life was about to start. She was ready to wage war. She had brought her arsenal: the filmy vintage Christian Dior white chiffon dress that enhanced her already seductive figure, her unruly hair now coerced and confined into a neat chignon, her dainty slippers that exposed well-shaped ankles and her Chanel perfume. Storm dabbed a few extra drops on her shoulders. Cairo liked the scent. Armed and ready, Storm waited for her secret weapon. He came just as she was