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stood there, listening for a moment and it seemed to get even closer.  I could’ve sworn it was right outside the back door.  I kicked it into high gear then, toweling myself off as best I could and running into the bedroom, throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, not even bothering to put on a bra as my hair hung in wet mats down my back.  I was going to make a great first impression on whoever was outside. 
    Once I was decent, although I would hardly call myself presentable, I walked hurriedly out of the bedroom and straight to the back door, opening it quickly, stepping outside and then stopping when I saw a man over by the flower bed.  He was tall and wearing jeans and an old t-shirt with a faded dark blue ball cap.  From the small pair of red socks on the back of his hat, I knew he was a Boston fan, which lessened my distain a little for the man on the verge of waking my son from his nap.  A Noah without a nap was not a Noah I wanted to deal with all night. 
    I marched swiftly over to him, tapping him on the shoulder, knowing a verbal greeting would do no good thanks to the earbuds in his ears.  I realized when he jumped, touching an unsuspecting person wielding a power tool was probably not a good idea.  The noise immediately stopped though and he whipped around, yanking out the earbuds when he saw me.
    “I could’ve seriously maimed you with this thing, you realize that, don’t you?”
    He had a little smile on his face as he spoke to me, but I could tell he was also annoyed.
    “Who are you?”
    I knew the moment the words left my mouth, they sounded rude and accusatory, but again, I was just trying to survive and a well rested child would make that survival that much easier.
    “Jeremy.  Jeremy Parrish,” he answered and the last name immediately caught my attention.  He was obviously related to the Travers Market Parrishes.  The town was too small for him not to be, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment.
    “Can I ask what you’re doing?”
    My voice was still snide and I saw the initial softness of his face fading, obviously due to my bitchy attitude. 
    “I’m weed whacking.  I thought that was pretty obvious.”
    Our eyes locked then.  I was annoyed that this stranger was on the verge of ruining my entire day by waking Noah up, but that didn’t stop me from noticing how pretty his brown eyes were. 
    “I can see that, but why are you weed whacking over here?”
    “I do this every Saturday.  I was hired by the owner, a stout bald man,” he said as his brown eyes moved over my body and I was suddenly extremely conscious of the fact that my boobs were hanging like two saggy pancakes. “And you are definitely not him.”
    I glared at him and he glared back and we remained like that for a few tense moments.  We were obviously locked in a battle of wills and then I softened.  I knew I had to because I realized the overweight, follicly challenged man he was referring to was my Uncle Jerry, my dad’s brother.  Jeremy must be the person they’d hired to look after the place.
    “No, I’m not him. I’m his niece and my son is inside napping…at least I hope he’s still napping,” I said, gesturing toward the weed whacker. 
    I saw Jeremy’s face wince in regret and I knew I shouldn’t be acting so rude. 
    “Hey, listen,” he said. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.  I saw you guys pull in yesterday.  I meant to come introduce myself, but time got away from me and I saw you leave for the beach this morning. I didn’t know you’d come back already.  I thought now would be a good time to get this done so I wouldn’t disturb you.”
    “You were watching us?” I asked suspiciously.
    “Not intentionally.  My living room looks right into yours.”
    He was being way too polite for how I’d jumped on his case, but he pointed to the house next door and I nodded, trying to figure out how I could turn down, or better yet, rewind the bitchometer. 
    “I was