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will help you get this house to where you always wanted it to be.” Patricia leaned back in her chair. “I don’t know why you didn’t do it before.”
    “You know with Gary it was easier to keep the peace than to take a stand.” She stood and made her way to the fridge. “What’s done is done. All I can do is move forward.”
    Patricia came up next to Kat and tugged her into a warm hug. “I know.”
    “I don’t know what I would have done without you guys over the years.” Kat leaned away. “I arranged to move my grandmother’s antiques out of storage.” She swiped at the tears filling her eyes.
    Patricia grabbed her shoulders and shook. “No more crying for that bastard. Gary did you a favor when he died.”
    “You’re horrible.” Kat couldn’t stop her lips from twitching into a small smile.
    “I know,” Patricia snickered. “What’s Sam doing this weekend?”
    The tightness in Kat’s chest started to loosen. “He’s going to a friend’s house Saturday morning and having a sleepover here Saturday night.” Kat opened the refrigerator door. “Do you want something to drink?”
    “Do you have lemonade?”
    “No, but I can make some.”
    “So, tell me.” Patricia reached around her and grabbed a few lemons. “Why did you call me at the crack of dawn this morning?”
    It was time to come clean about her sex-filled dreams. Kat opened a kitchen cabinet. “I think I’m going to have to get a new landscape company.”
    “Why?”
    “Because every night J.J. and I are stars in my fantasy porn movie. How can I have a professional relationship with someone I want to jump? The other day I all but humped J.J. in my driveway.”
    “I said it before and I’ll say it again.” Patricia sighed. “Go for it. Screw his brains out.”
    “I can’t.” Frustration filled her. “He’s too young. I can’t put myself out there like that.”
    “Ten years is not that big of a deal.”
    “It is when you’re me.” She took down the lemon juicer. “I can’t give someone his age, or my own age, for that matter, a future.”
    Patricia’s elbow nudged her ribs. “We’re not talking about a future, we’re talking about breaking the celibacy phase of your life. Besides, you can’t fire him, we just had a whole conversation about what a great job he is doing.”
    “I know. But—”
    “Just have a fling.” Patricia sliced into a lemon. The smell of citrus filled the air.
    Kat teared up again. Twelve years of being with Gary weighed on her. “Look at me! Who would want me?”
    “You’re beautiful.” Patricia handed her the sliced lemon and cut into another.
    She shoved the lemon into the juicer. “I’m too old for him.”
    “You’re not too old for him. Why can’t you try to be happy?”
    “I’m trying!” She pushed more fruit into the machine.
    “Try harder.” Patricia had to yell over the whirr of the juicer. “I have a feeling he has a thing for you.”
    Kat rolled her eyes and tamped down the hope welling up inside her heart. “No, he doesn’t.”
    “I have eyes. I see how he looks at you, and every time I talk to him about my yard, he seems to ask about you.”
    “What, with pity?” Kat murmured.
    Patricia elbowed her again. “No, you ninny, with lust.” She stirred the lemonade. “He doesn’t do anyone else’s yard. He has crews for that, you know.”
    “I know. Maybe he doesn’t have enough help.” She grabbed glasses out of the overhead cabinet and started for the back door. “Let’s go outside.”
    The two women strolled out the glass French doors and sat at the antique wrought iron table.
    “That’s bullshit and you know it.” Patricia set down the tray. “That man has got it bad for you.” She pulled out a chair and sat.
    A truck door slammed and a swarm of butterflies attacked Kat’s stomach. “That sounds like a work truck.”
    “Is J.J. scheduled today?” Patricia asked.
    Mortification rushed through her. “Yes, I totally forgot it’s Tuesday.”