Donovan's house was beautiful. Kara didn't believe that it was his when she saw the magnificent grounds and the Escalade and Yellow Hummer that were also in the driveway. Suddenly, she was afraid that she had made a mistake. She didn't really know these people. What had she gotten herself into?
"I'm not a drug dealer." He glanced over at her worried face and gave her a knowing smile. "I'm a record producer."
"Records?"
"Yes. Mostly dance hall music, you know, reggae-style."
"But you were driving a taxi when I met you."
"I have a friend that owns a taxi service and he lets me use it to help the aging center deliver meals."
"But you gave me a ride!"
"You were my last stop."
"And the best." Amalie added, pressing a kiss to the back of Kara's hand and returning her smile.
Kara was surprised to see her Camry parked in one of the garage spaces and gave Donovan a grin. "You got my car."
"Don't get too attached to it. Amalie's taking you out to get a new one tomorrow."
"A new car?"
Donovan nodded. "Can't have my girl tooling around the city in that."
Kara laughed. "You're still going to allow me to work, aren't you?"
"Yes, dear. You are free to do whatever you want."
"Except?"
Donovan brought the car to a halt in the courtyard and turned to Kara. "I have no right to ask you but I would prefer that I was the only man to ... that I would be the only man who ... "
"Could make love to me?" Tears pricked her eyes when she saw the way he turned from her.
"I mean, one day, you could meet someone that would be your perfect soulmate. I would never stand in your way on any decision you wanted to make about anything in your life but please, I don't want to share you with anyone other than Amalie."