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tightly.”
    â€œThanks,” she said. “I thought you’d left.”
    He shrugged. “I was going to, but I saw that you were having some issues with your car and being the gentleman that I am, I stopped to see if I could help you. Besides, I wondered who this car belonged to.”
    â€œI have to get to Lillian’s mother’s house before she thinks that I’m not coming home tonight.”
    â€œLet me follow you just in case your car conks out on you again. If you don’t consider that stalking,” he said.
    â€œCleveland,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
    â€œI don’t mean to be hard, but you have to admit that you come off a little arrogant, and I don’t find that attractive at all.”
    â€œAnd that shrew act you put on, it ages you ten years. Do you want me to see you home safely or what?”
    Freddie chewed again on her bottom lip. She really didn’t want to go to Lillian’s tonight. She’d actually told her friend and her overbearing mother that she was going to check into a hotel. She couldn’t deal with those drama queens and their wedding chatter all night. The last thing she wanted, as well, was to answer questions about her life in New Orleans and how she was dealing with the hurricane recovery. But the one decent place in town was booked.
    However, there was no way she was going to let Lillian and her nosy mother see Cleveland following her to their house. She would be forced to answer too many questions and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “Thank you for helping me.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.” Cleveland said, and got into his car and drove off.
    Freddie watched as he drove away and wondered if she might be wrong about him.

    Alone in his hotel room, Cleveland had finally found something to think about other than the Atlanta Falcons’ playoff berth. Freddie Barker. She wasn’t the wicked witch that he thought she was. The way she kissed him was enough to make him want to bury himself inside her until the earth and sun became one and the same. Pacing back and forth in the dank room, he wondered what would’ve happened if she were in the room with him. Did she wear sexy, lacy underthings or nothing at all? Glancing over his shoulder, he imagined Freddie lying in his bed, inviting him to taste her all over.
    What in the hell is wrong with me? Cleveland thought as he threw himself on the bed, locking his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling.
    Sleep didn’t come easy for Cleveland because Freddie haunted his dreams. He could smell her, taste her, and he damn near expected to feel her in the bed beside him. What was it about this woman that had made him painfully aware of how long it had been since he’d slept with a woman?
    After Darren and Jill got married, Cleveland didn’t find the satisfaction in temporary entanglements that had gotten him through the last few years. He wanted something like what Darren and Jill had. A real connection, not just a physical one, but he wasn’t going to admit it. With Freddie, he’d settle for a physical one because she was one sweet piece of—The telephone rang announcing his wake-up call and Cleveland rolled out of bed. He wasn’t rested, but at least this wedding would be over soon.
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    Freddie closed her eyes tightly as the alarm clock blared. Why in the world was she in Covington, Georgia? Oh, yeah, Lillian’s wedding. Today was the day and she couldn’t wait for it to be over. Before she could force herself out of bed, the door to the guest room flung open and Lillian burst in as if it were noon and not six in the morning.
    â€œGood morning, maid of honor. So, how did it go last night? You rushed in here and went straight to bed before I could ask you any questions.” Lillian pounced on the bed and Freddie grunted. “That well, huh?”
    Freddie flung