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With his hands still entangled in her hair, he pulled her away. Lorena heard him say, “I’ll get you next. You need to wait your turn.”
    Lorena inhaled sharply and stumbled backward before racing down the hall. Her legs barely carried her, they shook so badly. Safely in the other bedroom, she closed the door and fell across the bed, closing her eyes in an unsuccessful effort to shut out what she’d seen. Her face was flushed, and her body thrummed with hunger. More than ever before, she ached for him.
    She was an inexperienced tomboy with a muscular body—not soft curves like those women. He’d never looked twice at her before. Why would he, when he could have seasoned, sensual women like those two?
    The words he’d said made her envy them. 
    You need to wait your turn.
    Later, after the women left and Cassidy returned, Matthew watched Lorena as the three of them sat around the table eating pizza. He knew now she’d been there the entire time, and he probably wondered if she’d heard him. She didn’t give anything away. She smiled and chatted as if her whole life hadn’t been thrown off-balance by what she’d seen.
    For months afterward, every time she saw him, no matter where they were or what they were doing, she had the same lurid thought.
    I want my turn.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
    The next day, Matthew whistled as he entered the double doors of the Harriet Tubman Community Center on the west end. He’d spent the night thinking about the situation with Lorena, and he knew exactly what to do. Because she was involved with someone new, he had to tread carefully. He needed to readjust his plan to win her back.
    “Hey, Coach Hawthorne!” A young man coming toward him grinned broadly.
    “Where have you been?” Matthew asked. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
    “I’ve been busy. My mom and I have been visiting colleges.”
    “Get out of here.”
    The young man, a junior in high school, wanted to go to college, but he didn’t think he’d be able to. Matthew had counseled him and his mother about scholarships and grants available for financial aid. 
    The boy looked self-conscious. “Yeah, I’m not getting my hopes up or anything, but we figured we might as well start looking into schools…you know…in case things work out. That way I’ll know which ones to apply to.” He paused. “Did you mean it when you said you’d write me a reference letter if I need it?”
    “Absolutely.” Matthew placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and lowered his head to look him in the eye. “Whenever you’re ready, you let me know. Don’t you dare hesitate. Understand?”
    The boy grinned. “Thanks, Coach.”
    Matthew continued down the hallway, stopping to scold a young man and tell him to pull up his sagging pants. He entered the administrative office to see the director and let him know Lorena could fit them into her schedule, but pulled up short when he saw Lewis Diaz in a close, intimate conversation with the office clerk in front of an open file cabinet. Their body language suggested they were talking about more than the files she held in her hands. The woman handed Lewis a piece of paper, and at that point, Matthew cleared his throat.
    “Matthew.” Lewis folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket before coming toward him with an expansive smile, as if they were best buddies.
    “What are you doing here?” Matthew’s gaze shifted to the clerk. “How’s it going?”
    “It’s going,” she replied before turning her attention back to the open drawer.
    “I stopped by to talk to you for a minute, man-to-man.”
    It didn’t take a clairvoyant to know Lewis wanted to talk about Lorena. “You’ll have to make it fast. I need to get out on the field with the boys.”
    “I promise not to hold you up too long.”
    “All right. Follow me.”
    Matthew led Lewis down the hall. They passed by the gym, the art rooms, and the classrooms used for after-school tutoring.
    Inside the office, Matthew