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of numbness. I had simply been going through the motions of
life. Nothing had broken through. Except this one man. His touch
left me reeling. I shook my head. He had obliviously left me unable
to think straight because I would’ve never slept with any other man
so easily.
    “How do you know about my kids? How the hell
do you know anything about me?”
    I started to turn and walk away when I felt
him at my back.
    I rolled my head, tickling my cheek over the
crisp hair on his chest, and could hear his heart beating, feel his
breath on my cheek, and his warm skin against my back. I closed my
eyes, no matter how much my body became alive around him, my head
was fully aware that this was wrong. Hell, I could’ve almost
been his mother. At least, a much older sister.
    “It’s my job. I needed to protect myself. But
the more I learned the more I wanted you.”
    “You didn’t need to know anything about some
girl you fucked for one night,” I whispered and took a step. I
sure as hell don’t know crap about you. “This is royally
fucked-up.”
    My heart pounded almost as loudly as my head
was screaming NO. I didn’t even take the time to change out of the
bathrobe I was wearing. I simply grabbed my purse off the entry
table and dashed out the door, leaving it open in my path.
    “Cherry,” Drake yelled as I put my car in
reverse.

Drake Hart
     
     
    I stood in the doorway and watched the road
long after she had driven away. My head tried to convince myself
she was only a job but I knew that was a lie. Mrs. Webb quit being
only a job when she fell through the door at my club. I haven’t
felt this way in years. Maybe, ever. She trusted me with her body
but not her true inner self. I had spooked her. The truth be known,
all this spooked me too.
     

    Dedication
     
    My dedication is to my children T &
N.
     
    My beautiful daughter, if you could only see
what I see when I look at you; a girl with child-like wonder and a
woman ready to take on the world wrapped in a package of pure
beauty, grace, and love.
     
    My curious son, you make each day brighter
by the way you see it with a wonderment that exceeds even the
greatest minds and a stubbornness to take on any challenge.
     
    Soulmate
    A person with whom you have an immediate
connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you
are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As
this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep,
strong, and complex that you begin to doubt that you have ever
truly loved before.
     
    To my one true soulmate, thank you for
showing me daily what true love looks like.
    Love you always
     

Cherry Webb
     
     
    I drove the short distance from his house to
mine. It was the longest damn drive of my life. My first walk of
shame. I let a man who meant nothing to me do things to my body I
deemed dirty and immoral only days before. I was a piece of ass he
probably had already forgotten.
    I had never done anything even remotely close
to this. Drake never made me any promises; didn’t even say it meant
anything to him, but I thought we shared a connection.
    I tapped my hand against the steering wheel.
Every movement I made hurt. Not the kind of hurt that was caused by
a physical ache but the kind that came from having your heart
ripped from your chest. I had been dead inside for long enough, and
would forgive myself for allowing one moment of complete
liberation. I would never see him again anyway.
    Get a grip, Cherry. You acted like a filthy
whore. It is time to move on and act like a mom.
    I pulled into my driveway, and glanced
around. I lived in an upscale neighborhood full of Stepford wives
but it was empty and meaningless. I wanted the life Drake could
offer but after sixteen years playing the role of Queen Bee among
the wives, I knew it was a life I could never have.
    I waved as the newest housewife in the
community jog passed by in a pair of hot-pink yoga pants and a
black halter top. I was sporting the