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the artist than her work. She had the body of a model and curves he wanted to take a ride on.
    â€œSo, how much do I owe you for keeping up the yard next door?”
    â€œSign my painting,” he said. “And join me for dinner.”
    Celina looked at Darius and smiled. “Is that it? I mean, you’ve done a lot of work on that lawn.”
    â€œFor now, that’s all I want. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, Ms. Hart.” Darius’s voice was low and deep, catching Celina off guard.
    She turned around and bumped into his hard chest. Instinctively, Darius put his arms around her.
    â€œWell, I’m going to go. I’ll stop by later with my paintbrush,” she said, as she snaked out of his impromptu embrace.
    Darius smiled and winked at her as she walked out of the house. “Looking forward to it,” he said.

CHAPTER 3
    As Celina walked into her father’s house, she couldn’t clear her mind of Darius. He oozed masculine sexuality. His skin was the color of Hershey’s chocolate—the dark variety. And that body. He had rippling muscles that reminded her of the statue of David she had admired when she’d been in Italy. When he’d wrapped his arms around her, his strength surprised and excited her, and the thought of it made her body tingle.
    Wait a minute, she thought. You didn’t come here to get busy with the neighbor. Get your hormones under control. Celina walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. The house was silent, indicating that Thomas was still sleeping. Celina’s aim was to push Darius McRae out of her mind, but that became harder as she daydreamed about feeling his lips against hers.
    A few moments later, Celina busied herself cleaning the living room, hoping it would erase her carnal thoughts of Darius, but she found herself gazing out the front window, looking over at his house, wondering what was going on inside.
    The sound of Thomas’s hacking cough returned her to reality as she rushed into his bedroom to see if he was all right. “Daddy,” she said from the doorway. “Do you need some water or anything?”
    Looking around the room, she saw that it needed a cleaning as well. With all the clothes on the floor, it was hard to tell what was clean or what was soiled. She wondered if his washing machine and dryer still worked.
    â€œBaby girl, I’m fine,” he replied through his coughs.
    Celina crossed over to the bed and sat beside him. “If you were fine, you wouldn’t have summoned me here,” she said. “Daddy, I’m going to take care of you and you’re not going to fight me on it.”
    Thomas smiled weakly as if he knew that he’d lose a fight with her if he tried.
    â€œAnd,” Celina continued, “if you need something, I’m here for you.”
    â€œLike I should have been when you were growing up. I’ve let you down and I know it’s too late to make it up to you.”
    Celina looked longingly at her father. Part of her believed he was right, it was too late for her to be daddy’s little girl. He had disappointed her in the worst way and taken away the security of a protective father that other little girls had. Sure, John had been there, but he wasn’t her real father. That wound hadn’t healed, but Celina told Thomas that it was okay. She was, after all, twentyeight years old and didn’t need Thomas to take her to the father-daughter spring dance. He needed her and she was going to be there for him, no matter what. Celina touched his forehead, checking for a fever. Thomas closed his eyes.
    â€œI’m going to call your doctor and see what I should be cooking for you and when we can get an appointment in Columbia.”
    Thomas nodded. “I have medicine, but it makes me so tired. That’s why the house is in the state it’s in.”
    Celina stood up. “I’m going to fix all of that. I’ll have this