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doesn’t have to wait.”
    Damn!
She had no idea what he looked like. She had provided a description of Addie for
     him but hadn’t even thought to get a description of him for Addie. Based on her earlier
     investigative efforts she could probably come pretty close, though. With his lengthy
     service record, the fact that two older women liked him and he seemed like he would
     be good with kids…
    “I imagine he’s an older man, maybe around Grandma’s age, with a buzz haircut. Now
     you call me the minute you get home and after he’s left so I know you’re okay.”
    “I will. Thanks again, Mom,” Addie said with a smile in her voice.
    After taking a moment to enjoy the sound of Addie’s happiness, she scooped up her
     cell phone and headed to the break room to grab a vending machine sandwich. She was
     too wound up from realizing she’d left her house unlocked to focus on work, even though
     she had a lot to do for her new account. And she still needed to put out more resumes.
    She was simply stretched too thin.
    She missed not being able to share the details of her hectic day, overburdening job
     and stressful
life
with her mother. Lately, it was a good day when her mother even recognized her, let
     alone held a meaningful conversation with her.
    It had been so long since she’d had a girl’s night out or even called either one of
     her two close friends from college, but it would hardly be fair to call them up out
     of the blue and unload on them. And Kayla certainly wouldn’t burden Addie with her
     problems.
    She knew she needed a break. Hiring Man Maid and sending out more resumes were going
     to get her there. But first she had to handle this new account. She had just started
     to really focus on the work in front of her when her cell phone rang again.
    “I’m here and alone…no robbers. I found the key under the mat and I’ll lock up when
     I leave,” Ronnie said. “That’s not a real safe place to leave your spare key by the
     way so I moved it under the rock in your flowerbed.”
    “Thank you! I will work on a list for you. I really appreciate you starting this job
     on such short notice,” she said.
    “You’re welcome, Kayla,” he replied and disconnected the call.
    Perhaps she needed to consider one of those online dating sites, because the way Ronnie
     said her name just then reminded her she was lonely in other ways, too. Maybe he was
     attractive for an older man. Or perhaps having some
help
, even from a stranger, was what was appealing to her.
    With Addie covered, Kayla buckled down and lost herself in work for the next few hours,
     stopping only briefly when Addie called to say she was home and that Ronnie had left.
    “I’m leaving for the evening, Kayla,” James said a little while later, poking his
     head in her office. “Make sure you set the alarm when you leave. Great job this morning
     with the clients. I’d like to give them something as soon as possible, to whet their
     appetite, so to speak.”
    “I just need to get the Kessler brochure finished up and I will be able to devote
     my full attention to the design ideas I have for them,” she replied.
    He waved his hand and backed out of her doorway. The next time she looked up it was
     already after six, so she scrambled to email the brochure to the printing company,
     grab her sketches from the morning meeting and head out to visit her mother. She didn’t
     stay long tonight because her mother was sleeping. Waking her would only make it hard
     on the nurses.
    Pulling into the driveway a little after seven o’clock, she sighed as the garage bay
     opened and she realized she still hadn’t called someone to pick up the old sofa from
     the garage.
    There just wasn’t enough of her to go around.
    The sofa would have to wait. She was starving and Addie still needed to be fed.
    Grabbing her purse and the sketches off the front seat, she headed inside and closed
     the garage on her way through the door.
    “I’m in the