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succumbed to a stroke. It had been more than twelve years and he didn’t know if he would ever be totally numb to the pain.
    His father had passed on but had left behind a legacy of hard work. Like his father had, he enjoyed the physical labor. Both he and his brother were in the position financially to sit back and let their crew do all the manual work, but they both threw themselves into every aspect of building a solid, quality home for their clients.
    Nothing felt better to him than the sun beating down on his bared back as he hammered, or the rough feel of the calluses on his hands. He looked down at them with pride. The hands of a man who love rugged labor. They didn’t look pretty but they were strong and skilled.
    Besides, no woman had ever complained when he caressed the soft contours of their body. Well, no woman except Elissa. But Elissa was so … different.
    A deep scowl set on his handsome, stern face as he thought of his ex-girlfriend.  He’d met her his senior year in college.  The pretty, feminine traits she’d possessed had appealed to him.  She was small and petite with an air about her that begged a man to take care of her.  He had been more than willing to do so.
    Eventually, though, her insistence on taking two or more hours to dress and her refusal to be kissed properly, because she feared her perfectly applied makeup would be altered, had become a nuisance to him. How could he love a woman who love to look at her own reflection instead of looking at him?
    Well, he couldn’t. Although in the beginning of their two-year-long relationship he honestly believed he loved her, a bitter final argument over her vanity had finally split them apart.
    She had been a small-town girl with big city dreams and ideals. Hardly the woman for him, a simple down-home man who needed and wanted nothing less than a down-home girl in his life. Not that he was ready to settle down and wed, but he knew that when he did lose his heart to another woman she would meet his criteria. She had to or they wouldn’t last forever. The last thing he needed in his life was another prima donna. That was one mistake he would never make again.
    He wondered briefly how Elissa was. Probably married to some well-to-do white-collar man that allowed her to be as prissy and self-indulgent as she wanted to be. Well, it didn’t matter where she was as long as she was away from him. She had been his first big mistake in love and he hoped she would be the last.
    Pushing all thoughts of the woman in his past aside, Devon focused his attention on the blueprints sprawled on the drafting table before him. It was their latest project: a sprawling, one-level structure for Chloe Bolton.
    About nine months ago, he and Deshawn had come into the office to find a message on the answering machine from an attorney by the name of Anthony Barnett. He had said he represented Chloe Bolton and asked if someone could call him back as soon as possible at the number he gave.
    They both had been more than confused by the message. Of course they knew who Chloe Bolton was. Who didn’t? But the million-dollar question was: What could the supermodel need from them?
    They knew she was also the grandchild of Tessa and Odis Bolton, a wonderfully loving couple who had lived in Holtsville all their lives until their untimely deaths. The twins had immediately figured that whatever it was that she wanted, it had to do with the twelve acres of land her family owned. Land that was just a half mile from Devon and his families land.
    The only way to get to the truth was to get it straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Or at least the horse’s attorney’s mouth. The day after they received the message from Mr. Barnett, an eager Deshawn had returned the call.
    It seemed the beautiful supermodel wanted to build a home on the land that she inherited from her deceased mother. An award-winning architect from New York had already been contracted to design the house to the