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“No you wouldn't.”
    She just shook her head at him. “That's the problem, Dylan. You think too highly of money.”
    “I want a good life, nice things. What's so bad about that?”
    “Nothing. But you take it to the extreme.”
    “Oh, I take it to the extreme?”
    “Yeah. You plan our entire life around your company. What if, God forbid, it fails? Does that mean we'll never have a family?”
    He stayed quiet. They'd come from opposite sides of the fence. This was one area where they'd never see eye-to-eye. “I want our kids to have the things they deserve.”
    “They deserve love. Nurturing. Support. Which they'll have.”
    “I know that, Shay.” Now Dylan grew edgy. What would it take to make her comprehend? “You're just missing the point.”
    Shay stood abruptly. She snatched a towel off the back of a patio chair and threw it around her dripping frame. “No Dylan, you're missing the point!”
    Just like that, she stormed away, leaving him alone and naked. Baffled, he scrubbed a hand down his face. What the fuck had just happened?
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    Chapter 7
    Distract him. Attack him.
    Oops. That wasn't in Shay's Rules of Seduction. Damn Italian blood. She needed to check herself. Short fuse? Yep, she had one. Blame Dominick Giordano for that too. She'd definitely inherited her father's temperament.
    Money. Ugh! Most couples fought because they didn't have enough. She and Dylan battled because she had too much. It intimated Dylan, made him feel like she didn't need him, which couldn't have been further from the truth. How many times had she told him that money didn't equate to what he added to her life? He had all the tools to make her happy, and if anything was missing, try communication, not funds. Ah, communication, another hot button in their life, another contributor to so many headaches.
    What a fool. Last night, Dylan had tried to open up, and what did she do? She shut him down! He had a right to his own way of thinking. What if they agreed on everything? How boring would that be?
    Headstrong, but not stupid, this time she would tackle her gaffe head-on. She couldn't blow the progress they'd made. Nope. She'd step up and admit that, once again, she'd overreacted.
    Shay put the pedal to the metal and headed for Dylan's worksite. She'd stopped by his office first—she could've called him on his cell but preferred the element of surprise—and learned he'd taken off to check on his men.
    The ride was twenty minutes in the other direction from Shay's work. So what if she took an extended lunch? Though a dedicated employee, right now she needed to dedicate some time to her marriage. Erin, her best friend and right-hand woman, could handle Shay's load. Erin knew the deal. She'd encouraged her boss to go fix things with Dylan. Erin would cover her butt, because that's how they were.
    Not just anyone could run a dozen branches. But she and Erin were a dream team who made it look simple. Their region's performance surpassed all of the others. Shay was a stickler for outstanding customer service. That's what gave them the edge, the secret to their success. Treat customers well and they'll come back . It worked—they did.
    The branches were in Erin's capable hands. Shay had more pressing business to attend to, like damage control. What must Dylan be thinking? That he'd married a nut job? Crazy wasn't always a bad thing. She'd put herself out there, throw herself at his mercy. Poor guy. Her actions were so conflicting. She yelled when he didn't share his feelings. She blew up when he did. He couldn't win.
    Tonight she'd make sure that he came out on top. What prize would he get for forgiveness? Shay smiled sheepishly. She already had it all planned out. But first she needed to find him, apologize to him, face-to-face. He needed to see her sincerity, needed to know that Booty Camp was still in session.
    Ha! She spied his rugged Dodge Ram pickup truck exactly where they'd said it'd be. He'd parked