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    Pierce talked throughout the entire one hour segment. Considering how many times he backed up or pressed pause on the DVD player, it was an hour and a half of non-stop chatter.
    He truly had to laugh at Pierce’s enthusiasm for his subject matter—himself.
    Eventually, his mood couldn’t help but improve. There were times when despite himself Vaughn had to laugh at his brother’s antics—both live and on DVD.
    In the middle of Pierce mimicking one of the football coaches on the screen, Vaughn elbowed him. “Thanks, man.”
    Pierce shrugged it off with a laugh. “That’s what I’m here for. You do realize that it’s a Saturday night and I’m here with you. There will be hearts breaking all over Raleigh tonight.”
    â€œI know,” Vaughn replied playing with the bottle in his hand. “I know.”
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    Sienna was in her office a week later proof-reading a memo when Vivian came in.
    â€œThe mail just arrived, she said, cheerfully. “The invoices have been completed and are ready to go out.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Vivian set the letters and a small FedEx package on Sienna’s desk and walked out.
    It was almost fifteen minutes before Sienna pulled her gaze away from the stack of papers in front of her. Bypassing the letters she grasped the padded envelope. Seeing the return address she flipped the package over. She tugged at the flap to open it.
    â€œWhat is this stuff made out of, Crazy Glue ?” she quipped, yanking forcefully on the seam.
    Finally she was successful. She eased the contents out of the package and onto her desk.
    Her smile was almost blinding as she held up the garments in front of her. “I owe you big time, Sherry.”
    She placed the items back in the envelope. The papers she was working on were neatly stacked and put in her laptop bag. It took a few moments, but eventually her desk was back in some semblance of order. Sienna retrieved her purse out of a lower drawer. Balancing all her items, she walked to the door, flipped her light off and headed down the hall.
    â€œI’m leaving, Viv. I’ll be working from home for the rest of the evening so call me or e-mail if you need anything.”
    â€œIt’s Friday night,” Vivian bellowed from down the hall. “Girl, get a life,” she shouted.
    â€œI’ve got one—and you’re sitting in it,” Sienna yelled back.
    She hurried out of her office on N. Boylan Avenue and around to the side parking lot to retrieve her car. Once she’d deposited her things on the opposite seat Sienna slid in, secured her seatbelt and started the car. She plotted her course on her GPS, Lola , and then turned the satellite radio on. CNN piped through the cabin speakers. She listened to the day’s headline news as she drove out of the parking lot and headed home.
    The first thing she did when she got there was change out of her work clothes into something comfortable. After standing in front of the refrigerator so long its door alarm went off, Sienna retrieved a yellow, orange and red pepper out of the crisper, a few green onions and some asparagus. Next were shrimp from the freezer, olive oil and seasonings from the cabinet. While listening to Watercolors , a smooth jazz station on satellite radio, she made quick work of fixing dinner. She retrieved her favorite pasta dish and a wine glass from the cabinet. The weather was perfect for dining al fresco so she fixed her plate, poured a glass of wine, and then headed to her deck. Sienna kept the door open so that she could hear the music.
    Taking the first bite of food, Sienna’s eyes drifted closed. “Perfect,” she smiled. Unable to help it, Sienna’s thoughts strayed to her encounter with Vaughn Deveraux. He’d literally swept her off her feet in the beginning, but it had gone all pear-shaped in the end. She still wasn’t clear why her disapproval had provoked such a vehement