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months late on all his utilities. There was no reason for her to wonder where his money had gone to instead of bills.
    Sighing, she completed the final transfer from her bank app on her phone.
    Sitting in the corner of her sofa, she drew her legs up to her chin. She needed to do something to get her mind off her father. All too soon, she’d have to drive to Northern Virginia and handle the situations. Right now, she just wanted a shower and to lose herself.
    “I’ll go to the studio.” Launching from the couch with a plan of action, she headed back to her room. Modern dance was her second love after art.
    Going from her bedroom to the bathroom, she stumbled in a step as Parkers face flashed in her mind. Where did he fall in the order?
    She ignored her heart and continued getting ready. The loud rush of water when she turned on the shower and the bathroom ventilation fan drowned out any thought for the moment.
    With a renewed vigor, she shower, shaved and added a moisturizing conditioner to her hair. When she was standing before the mirror, with a bathrobe on, she stared at herself in the fading steam. Her mind drifted back to Parker and she wondered for a moment what he thought of how she looked now. In five years she hadn’t changed much, except possible shortened her hair to just below her shoulders and weight. She wasn’t necessarily heavy, but she wasn’t as thin as she had been in college.
    During high school and college, her figure could almost be considered boyish, it was the reason she had no problem focusing all her energy on her studies. None of the guys on campus had been clamoring for her attention as they had Karen, Tiffany and Veronica. Then there was Parker.
    “Not going there,” she chided herself. Memory lane was a destination she needed to remove from her mental GPS.
    “Maybe I should go get my hair blown-out after dance.” Picking up the brush she began to attack the coils, evidence of her bi-racial ethnicity. She’d learned over the years how to tame her curls after her mother left. Thinking of her mother, she felt nothing. She no longer ached to have her in her life, and the crying for her had stopped by six months later. Dragging the brush first through the bottom and then to the top of her tangles until there was a wave of order.
    The gnawing emptiness of her stomach, reminded her that she hadn’t eaten anything that morning. Knowing it would be foolish to go dance on an empty stomach she placed the brush back in the drawer. She headed out the room toward her kitchen.
    Ding. Dong.
    Stopping in her tracks, she frowned, looking through the dining room through the direction of the front door. Like her phone, she debated answering it.
    A firm knock came next.
    She went to answer it. At the door, she glanced through the peephole.
    Parker. He stood on her porch looking too hot and sexy for a Saturday afternoon.
    If I don’t answer the door, maybe he will go away.
    He knocked again. “Sonya, I know your home. Your car is in the driveway.”
    “That doesn’t mean I’m—” She smacked a hand over her mouth. Damn it. Parker always had a way of frustrating her.
    His chuckle came through the door.
    After she unlocked it, she pulled it open and squinted at him. “What are you doing here, Parker?”
    “Seeing you.” When he faced her there was a sexy smile stretching his lips. His gaze took in her fresh face and damp hair. He continued lower along her robe and didn’t stop until he reached her toes. “Green polish. Cute.”
    “I like green.” She curled her toes in. Why having him comment on her feet made her conscious of the fact she was naked below the covering. “Now, you’ve seen me. Good day.” She stepped back to close the door.
    “Sonya Lacey Hayden, don’t you dare close that door in my face.” His voice was commanding.
    Yanking it wide again, she eyed him. “It’s Watson.”
    “Oh, I know, you requested to go back to your maiden name in the divorce decree.” When he