she wants to do," Ras said. "I have not seen her in a year, Josephine. She's pissed that I walked away for ever and she doesn't want to see us happy."
"I've tried ..." Josephine said, her eyes on the floor. "I've tried to put all of this behind us. But seeing her tonight ..."
Josephine stopped talking. She looked as if she were suddenlygasping for breath. Ras eased her back on the bed and lay with her, holding her as she struggled to speak. "I am so sorry I hurt you," Ras said. "I am so so sorry."
"She came to my office, Ras!" Josephine sobbed. "Don't you remember?"
Ras nodded, a lump in his throat.
"And you-you did such awful things with her. Dirty, nasty ..."
"You said you were not going to read that book." Josephine stood and lifted her suitcase to the floor. "Can we get a restraining order?" she asked Ras. "First thing in the morning."
"What if she comes here? What if she wants to hurt me or Reina?"
Ras shook his head.
"We have two full-time security guards here. No one is coming on this property unless we've invited them."
"I'm not always here. I go to the market. I take Reina out ..." Josephine shook her head. "This bitch is going to have me be a prisoner in my own home."
"I will not let that happen."
"You're the one who brought this on us in the first place. If you could keep your dick in your pants, we wouldn't have to deal with this shit."
Ras kept his mouth shut. He wanted to protest. But there was nothing he could say.
"We're not just dealing with a random groupie here," Josephine said.
"You were in a relationship with her. You were in love with her." Josephine looked away and shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes I think you still are." "I told you I haven't spoken to her in over a year."
"What does that mean? That your feelings for her magically evaporated? That's not how that works. God knows, if it did work that way, I would have left you a long time ago. Nothing's changed. Moving five hundred miles away doesn't end a relationship with someone."
Ras sighed heavily. "Then what does?"
Josephine leaned against their bedroom door. "I wouldn't know."
Ras watched his wife turn the knob and go out into the hall to check on the baby. He realized his jaw was throbbing from clenching his teeth so hard. He'd worked on his wife for a year. He'd catered to her every whim. He traveled rarely without her and the baby. He showered her with attention and affection, checked in with her hourly when he was in the studio. And now a five-minute visit from Cleo was threatening to ruin it all. Ras relived the scene in the restaurant and two things were going to bother him until he dealt with them.
First, he needed to know why Cleo really came to Jamaica. And then he needed to figure out why on God's green earth he still desperately wanted to f*ck her.