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“It’s a beautiful night,” Yasmin said, as they exited the side doors. Darkness swallowed them, but the light from the moon illuminated their faces. Their eyes aligned. Then Rashawn released her hand and slipped an arm around her waist. It felt strange being so close so soon, but she didn’t pull away. His touch was warm, welcome and made her feel soft and pretty. It had been months since she’d felt that way.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people out here.”

“Would you believe I paid everyone to stay away?”

Yasmin laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“It’s great that we’re alone. We can discuss the fund-raiser without any interruptions.” He held her tighter. “What else needs to be done and how can I help?”

Just when Yasmin was ready to write him off, he surprised her. He really did care about the kids at the community center. She widened the smile that had already found its way onto her lips. “Niobie and I got a lot done today. We ordered the decorations for the hall and finalized the menu with the caterer. After a lot of begging, I convinced a local restaurant and a five-star hotel to donate gift certificates for the silent auction.”

“Gift certificates?”

“Yeah, people love them and the two-night stay at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino always gets the most bids. Last year we made five hundred dollars.”

“Why not offer something big like a Pro Bowl package or Wimbledon tickets?”

“Because those things cost money and we’re strapped for cash as it is.”

Nodding, he mulled over the idea forming in his mind. Tomorrow he’d ask Brody to get him a pair of Pro Bowl tickets. They were hard to come by, but his trainer knew a lot of athletes and entertainers. If anyone could score a deal on the package, it would be Brody. Rashawn thought of sharing his plan with Yasmin, but decided against it. No use getting her hopes up. If he came through he’d be hailed as a hero, but if he didn’t he’d look like a bigmouth who couldn’t deliver.

“Have you given any more thought to hosting the fund-raiser?”

Rashawn had made up in his mind to emcee the charity fund-raiser the moment she had asked him. He pitied the families who lived in the slums and if it weren’t for Brody taking him under his wing, he’d still be running the streets with his friends. “I’ll do it.”