After wrapping up the projects on her desk, Dominique headed out to a dinner meeting in Beverly Hills. After two hours of discussing a possible collaboration with an up-and-coming designer, she was more than ready to go home, take a hot shower, and fall into bed. The full day’s schedule, not to mention a weekend with little sleep, had left her exhausted. She pulled into her driveway, noting Tessa’s car, which was parked on the street. She’s such a godsend. I need to put buying a gift on my calendar. Tessa’s birthday was coming up and Dominique wanted to get something really special. When it came to her son, Tessa went above and beyond the call of duty. Her official titles were housekeeper and nanny, but she was more like a personal assistant, handling many responsibilities when Dominique could not. She acted much older than her twenty-four years and treated Justin like her kid brother. She’d been on the job less than two years, and Dominique already didn’t know what she’d do without her.

“Hello, Tessa.” Dominique entered the house, placing her briefcase, laptop and purse on the foyer table.

Tessa looked over her shoulder, her thick, black hair hanging down her back. She was a pretty young woman, short with dark olive skin and bright brown eyes. “Hey, Dominique.”

“Thanks for staying late.”

“No worries. It gave me a chance to reorganize the kitchen.”

Dominique looked up from the mail she browsed. “Why would you have to do that?”

A mischievous smile touched Tessa’s lips. “Go on in there. You’ll see.”

Dominique walked into the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in order, just the way she’d left it this morning. She walked over to the refrigerator, opened it, and stood stunned. It was fully stocked, but instead of the processed and prepackaged meals that would have resulted from her grocery shopping, the vegetable bins were filled with fresh fruit and green stuff, and the shelves held such foreign objects as yogurt, organic eggs, and almond milk. Next to her supply of diet sodas was an array of sparkling juices and what looked like processed lunch meat was actually tofu. WTH?

Still too shocked to examine her feelings, Dominique moved to the pantry. Inside the health fair continued: oatmeal, nuts, cans of organic beans and soups, wheat pastas and Italian sauces. She picked up a cereal box and noted that the “all natural” contents included flaxseed, and had been sweetened with honey instead of sugar. A scowl formed as reality began to dawn. No. He wouldn’t dare.

“As you can see,” Tessa said as she entered the kitchen, “Coach Mac went on a shopping spree before dropping off Justin.”

He would dare.

“I’ve never seen a kid so excited about food in my life. Coach Mac—”