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later. There were still lights on at Colin’s house when she pulled in.
    Was he still awake at three in the morning?
    She knocked on the front door then entered without waiting for anyone to answer. Colin was in the hallway, looking rumpled as if he’d been asleep. “You can go back to bed.”
    “I wasn’t in bed. I was about to go into the studio when your man’s phone rang.”
    “Okay. Then you can go back there. I’ll do a perimeter then I’ll be back in.”
    “Your man did that.”
    “I still need to do another one.”
    Jeff appeared in the hallway. “I’m so sorry, Tamra.”
    “Not a problem. I hope all goes well for you and your wife. Let us know what you have.” Jeff left. Colin was still standing in the hallway, his hands in his pockets. “I’m going out. I’ll be back.”
    “Let me give you my cell number.”
    “Why?”
    “In case something happens. I can help.”
    She drew herself up as tall she could at her lack of height. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I don’t need a skinny boy rock star to come save me.”
    She strode out of the house, her ire up. She probably shouldn’t have insulted him but he’d insulted her first. She had grown up on the streets and was trained in martial arts. She could do what needed to be done.
    She didn’t need a pretty boy to save her ass.
    ***
    Colin blinked and flinched after Tamra slammed the front door. “Guess I insulted her.”
    Damn. That’s no way to win her over. Get her in his bed.
    He wandered into the kitchen. If he’d been unnerved about a man in his house, he was twice as bothered by Tamra in his house. The woman he wanted to bed. She was even hotter dressed down in black. All curvy and tough.
    How would she be in bed? Would she dominate or would she let him take the lead?
    How was he ever going to sleep with her here? This was a nightmare. He paced in the kitchen until she returned. Which she did a half an hour later.
    She didn’t sit. Instead she checked all of the windows. Colin followed her around, silently. Finally when she finished, he said, “I’m sorry.”
    “For what?”
    “For insulting you.”
    She waved a hand. “Already forgotten.”
    Okay, that hurt. He’d said something not nice and she’d already moved on from it. Guess he wasn’t that significant in her life. Just a client. Just a customer. His ego didn’t like that.
    “Good. We can move on from here.”
    She glanced back at him, as she entered the kitchen. That seemed to be her base of operations as she slid a laptop out of its case. “Sure. Whatever. Do I need a password for the Wi-Fi?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you know it?”
    “No, I had the landlord type it in when I picked up the keys.”
    “You picked up the keys?”
    She sat on a stool while her laptop booted up.
    “Why do you ask?”
    “I figured you’d have minions to do stuff like that.”
    “Minions?” He laughed “I’m a singer, not an evil genius poised to take over the world.”
    She blinked but didn’t smile. He wished she would. Show that she was human. It made him want to poke at her more, to see if he could crack the façade. Childish? Probably, but he could do what he wanted.
    “Assistants then.”
    “I have one assistant.”
    Who did everything.
    “Only one?”
    “Only one. I also have an agent and a publicist.”
    “Then who are all the others on this list?”
    “Band members, roadies, people like that.”
    “I have few people in my employ.”
    “Well, you don’t have to put on a production in ten cities in three weeks.”
    “Guess not.”
    ***
    Why was he bothering her? Tamra didn’t believe that he was interested in her. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he want a black girl from the projects in Newark? “No need to babysit me. I have work to do.”
    “Oh, I see. I guess I have work to do also.”
    He didn’t leave. He stood, like always, with his hands in his pockets. She could see part of a snake tattoo that looked to be wrapped around his left