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your television, but you weren’t there.”
    “I was at my Zumba class,” she said. “And don’t worry about the television. Linda Pennington’s grandson came over and fixed it. Apparently, I had the input set to DVD instead of HDMI, whatever that means.”
    “Well, I can come over and we can figure out which inputs go with which settings,” he said.
    “It’s already done. Joaquin even typed me up a little diagram. Oh, I’ll have to call you later. Linda’s honking her car horn outside. We’re going to check out the sales at the outlet mall.”
    “Okay,” Mason said. “I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Later, baby. Love you.”
    “Love you, too, Mom,” he said before disconnecting the call. Mason set the phone on his desk and stared at it for several moments, trying to disregard the unease—possibly even resentment—stiffening his jaw.
    He remembered a time when his mother wouldn’t have even thought to get help from anyone else. Now, the last couple of times Mason had offered to take care of something around the house, he’d been usurped by some neighborhood kid who his mother had already called on.
    He should be grateful. He had enough on his plate these days.
    But taking care of his mother and Kiera had been ingrained in him. It had been his top priority since his fourteenth birthday, when he’d made a promise to his dad that he would always take care of them.
    The week before, Mason had been hailed a hero for rescuing Kiera and his mother from their home after it caught fire from a faulty electrical outlet. His dad had been working the night shift at the local concrete plant. When he’d arrived at the burning house and learned from firefighters that Mason had gotten everyone out, he’d burst into tears. That night his father hugged him for a solid hour.
    The next week, on his birthday, his father had taken him fishing—his favorite pastime back then. They’d had their first real man-to-man talk, and his dad made Mason promise that he would take care of his mother and sister if ever he wasn’t there to do the job.
    The following morning, at forty-two years old, he’d died unexpectedly of a massive heart attack.
    Mason had taken the promise to heart, and spent his adolescence and adulthood caring for the two women in his life. He was having a hard time dealing with the fact that right now neither seemed to need him as much as they used to.
    Mason pushed up from his chair and, despite his better judgment, returned to the dining room. He took a slow stroll around the cherry wood table, perusing the collection of toys, noting a few that he had first-hand knowledge of.
    He felt sorry for those men who insisted they didn’t need any extra help in the bedroom. He’d been introduced to the delights various enhancement products—as Jada had described them—could bring to the sexual experience by a woman he’d dated several years ago. He’d been the one to suggest their use in every relationship since.
    The only problem was, it had been a while since he’d been in a relationship long enough to feel comfortable introducing any kind of erotic toys to the bedroom. The realization gave him pause. Maybe he needed to get himself a woman. It stood to reason that the stress he’d been under lately would be greatly reduced if he had an outlet for it.
    Mason picked up a set of furry handcuffs and couldn’t help but picture Jada standing there with that wickedly sexy smirk. The playful, hot pink fur looked like something she would choose. He closed his eyes as he trailed the soft fur between his fingers, and the previous situation in his pants roared to life yet again.
    “Shit,” he cursed with a sharp whisper.
    His landline trilled and he tossed the handcuffs onto the table as if they’d bitten him. Mason stomped over to the kitchen and jerked the headset from the cradle with more force than necessary.
    “Hello?” he answered.
    “Hello, can I speak to Kiera Coleman, please?” asked the voice on the