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her and grinned. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
    For a moment, she thought maybe the date could be saved, but he quickly dashed that idea.
    “Frankly, I’m worn out. I’d like to sleep alone in my bed. Maybe we can catch up on the sexual side of things tomorrow. Tonight I’m just too bushed.”
    What could she say? Business trips were exhausting. She wanted him to covet tearing her clothes off as much as she desired stripping him naked.
    Lacey sighed, her chest tight with unshed tears. It was as if her mother were standing there handing her the bitter pill of being with Dean. Her voice echoed in her mind. That relationship is about as exciting as a Funeral Director and an accountant at a medical convention. You’d see more action at the bowling alley.
    Never would she confess to her mother or her sister that when Dean returned after a month apart, she’d taken him home to his apartment with no sex. To them, it would only confirm that this relationship lacked passion.
    And there was passion. Wasn’t there? So why did this feel wrong?
    Another pleasure-filled evening spent with BOB-her battery operated boyfriend-awaited her.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    O n Monday, as the film credits rolled Lacey sat stunned, her brain reeling, her stomach churning from the power of Reed Hunter’s work. The man had deftly showed the bankers cheating the American Government during the bank collapse. Shocked by the man’s talent, she turned to Amanda. “He’s a great filmmaker.”
    Amanda stretched in her chair and yawned. “Reed Hunter films things that are controversial, and puts an edge on the subject matter. I never thought about financial reform that way. Now I’m ready to fire my banker and my broker.”
    Lacey couldn’t help but frown as she popped the CD out of the DVD player. Her mind churned in a thousand directions, challenging, searching, and suspecting everything about Reed Hunter’s motives. “Why does Mr. Hunter want to film relationship coaches? We teach people how to find the right person. Why is he interested in doing a project on people, rather than corporations or morality?”
    Amanda shrugged her shoulders like even a simpleton knew the answer. “We help people look realistically at love. We don’t solve world peace.”
    “For some people, we are tampering with destiny,” Lacey said, still considering why Mr. Hunter wanted to film her business.
    “A divorce destiny maybe. What do you think? Should we do this documentary?” Amanda asked.
    Lacey sank onto the couch, her mind still in that mental warp exploring all the possible reasons why he would do a film about her business.
    “I can’t make a decision yet. I need to know how Mr. Hunter’s going to portray us. If he’s here to ridicule what we do, then no, he can find some other sucker to film.”
    “Dang, I was looking forward to spending several months of staring dreamily at him. He’s not hard on the eyes.” She stood and stretched, raising her arms above her head.
    “You’re in a committed relationship,” Lacey reminded her friend. Yes, looking at Reed Hunter was anything but hard on the eyes.
    “That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the scenery.”
    “Hot, sexy, with a six-pack that begs me to take a drink. Mr. Hunter is well aware of his attraction to the ladies,” Lacey said, a tingly flush of heat dancing along her nerves. She was in a committed relationship.
    Amanda laughed, her hazel eyes shining with a mischievous sparkle that matched her smile. “Yeah, I knew you’d pick up on that right away. And speaking of committed relationships, you’re in one as well.”
    “Men like him are dangerous. I can look at them all day, but that doesn’t mean I want to sample the merchandise,” Lacey replied, thinking of her mother and the men that had traipsed through their lives.
    “How did your date with Dean go? Did you guys catch up?”
    Lacey put her fingers to the bridge of her nose and shook her head, still trying to