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New York.
    Darius had a plan, and it involved Celina naked in his bed. She’d changed—grown up and grown sexy—and he knew he had to get next to her. Darius smiled as he walked to his car to head to work.
    â€œHey, boss,” Richard called out when he spotted Darius entering the hardware store. “It has been jumping in here since you left. You’d think the governor was judging the competition this year.”
    Darius glanced at the crowd and nodded. “And this is calm?”
    Richard shook his head and smiled. “At least we can pay the bills in full this month.”
    Darius nodded, then headed back to the office to check the day’s receipts on his state-of-the-art computer system. The only thing Darius had changed about the way the store was run were the cash registers and the bookkeeping system. Everything was linked to the central computer in his office. With a few strokes of the keys, he was able to see how much his headache was worth. Darius smiled as he saw the bottom line.
    Work quickly left Darius’s mind and was replaced with visions of Celina kissing him while the embers from the charcoal grill burned out. His fantasy was so real that he could smell her, feel her touch on his cheek. He didn’t notice the woman who walked into his office.
    â€œI hope that smile is because you’re thinking about me,” came a woman’s husky whisper.
    Darius looked up and his smile was replaced with a scowl. “Tiffany, why are you here?”
    â€œBecause you don’t return phone calls and you’re always buried in this office,” she said as she crossed over to the desk and hopped onto the edge of it. Tiffany crossed her long legs and faced Darius. Despite her beauty, this was one woman that he could do without. But it wasn’t his fault that she’d been hanging around trying to make him her husband—a role that he didn’t want. He’d told her that on several occasions, but Tiffany wasn’t going to give up on having Darius or his bank account in her life, no matter how much he protested.
    â€œAs you can see,” he said as he stood up and walked away from her, “I’m busy. The store is full and that is the only reason you were able to sneak back here.”
    She smiled brazenly and ran her hand down her ample chest. “You act as if this is the first time I’ve been back here.” Tiffany hopped off the desk and closed the space between her and Darius. “Why are you fighting this? We fit. We belong together.”
    On paper, Tiffany Martin and Darius were a good match. She’d owned a fashion boutique three blocks up from the hardware store and seemed to have goals of her own. They’d met at a meeting of the Elmore business association shortly after Darius had taken over the store. Tiffany had asked Darius out for a drink after the meeting and he’d agreed—a decision he’d live to regret. Darius had hoped Tiffany was different from the other women he’d dated since he’d returned to South Carolina. He’d thought that, since she’d owned her own business, she was looking for more in a man than the size of his bank account, but he was wrong.
    It hadn’t taken long for Tiffany to show her true colors and Darius didn’t like the picture. She’d started focusing more on his finances than anything else. That’s when Darius vowed to make sure his relationships with women didn’t extend past the bedroom. He didn’t believe in dates. Just sex.
    â€œEarth to Darius,” she said, catching his thoughtful gaze.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œDinner, tonight? My place?”
    He shook his head furiously. “No way. I have plans. And Tiffany, I’d appreciate it if you would leave and never come back.”
    Shock and disbelief distorted her comely face. “What?” She pushed her hair behind her ears.
    â€œDid I stutter? You and I don’t fit. You’re