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in?”
    â€œOf course.”
    At that moment, Brent called them to dinner.
    So far so good, Noelle thought. Although Colin was still a little wary, he was beginning to loosen up. She’d seen his eyes skim her legs and her cleavage several times. So what if his gaze set her heart to racing? It was more than a passing thing.

    Noelle was surprised when, an hour after dinner, Colin told her he was taking her home. They thanked Gloria for the fabulous dinner, and Colin assured Brent they’d meet the next day.
    In the car an R&B station played in the background as quiet estates gave way to the dark roads to town. They drove Poplar Avenue most of the way.
    The second surprise came when he told her he was staying in Brent’s apartment, which shouldn’t have shocked her at all. She was trying to figure out how she was going to get to see him again when he spoke.
    â€œSince you’ve been here awhile, you’ll know the places a guy like me would like to see.”
    â€œI’m not sure about that, since I don’t know your taste.”
    â€œYou can start to get to know me at dinner tomorrow night.”
    He doesn’t waste time, Noelle thought, which worked in her favor. This was just the opening she needed.
    He parked his car and they took the elevator to her apartment, but he didn’t enter. “I’ll pick you up at five,” he said, and left for the elevator without even trying to steal a kiss.
    He was smooth, Noelle thought. His unexpected actions kept a woman on her toes.
    After shutting the door, she twisted the lock in place. Leaning against the solid surface, she thought of Colin, but the sight of boxes piled in the corner reminded her that her time would be better spent packing than dwelling on Colin Mayes.

    Colin was thinking about Noelle so much that he almost forgot to get off the elevator on his floor. The vibes between them were strong and he wanted to explore them further. But he wasn’t going to try to get her into bed quickly. After all, she was going to Virginia, so he’d have plenty of time. But she was a friend of Brent’s family. That alone was enough to keep her off his list of available women. Relationships never lasted anyway. But friendships, well, they could last.
    It was all such a shame because he really wanted to know if the excitement he felt was nothing more than a quick flash in the pan or something that would flower out into a beautiful bloom.
    Colin sighed regretfully and took out his key to open the door.
    The red message light on the phone was blinking. George had called him five times. It was ten Memphis time, eleven Eastern Standard Time, but he knew the old man would still be up. He rarely slept more than three or four hours.
    Since his son’s death, George Avery took little interest in River Oaks, which he now owned with Colin’s father. Colin hoped the acquisition of a new filly would lift his spirits somewhat.
    â€œTook you long enough to call,” George said when he answered, as if he’d been waiting by the phone. “How did it go?”
    â€œWe got the deal we were hoping for.”
    Colin could almost picture the man’s terse nod before he proceeded to grill Colin on every last detail.
    â€œWhat took you so long getting back?”
    â€œBrent and Gloria invited me to dinner. Then I had to drop a guest off home.”
    â€œYour father called. Wanted to know what was happening.”
    Colin couldn’t get any peace even when he was out of town. “I’ll call him first thing tomorrow.”
    â€œWhen are you coming back?”
    â€œFour or five days.”
    â€œYou toe the straight and narrow. I’m not in the mood for a new partner.” Then he sighed. “Whatever happens you’ll still be manager of the place.” They disconnected. But Colin didn’t want to be just the foreman. He didn’t want to work with new owners, either. An owner could make decisions a