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tell me,” she started, “how exactly did you end up fucking the grease ball instead of the doctor?”
    “First off,” Kaitlin retorted, “I told you before, I didn’t--” she peered around and then irrationally lowered her voice to a whisper, “ fuck him. We just kinda…made out a bit. I mean, nothing too crazy. And he’s not a grease ball.”
    “Innnnteresting. So you’re defending him now?”
    Kaitlin’s eyes grew wide at the accusation. “Oh shut up. You…you just make him sound sleazy--”
    “Well, I’m not one to judge, but he did sleep with half our high school and God knows who else since then. And hey, I’m here for you. I was just trying to be supportive. I actually think he’s dead sexy, so if you decide you don’t want him…”
    “I don’t!” She knew it was a lie the second she said it, and judging by the smirk on Cheri’s face, so did she. She cut her hand through the air with a groan. “Look, it doesn’t matter. Point is, I humiliated myself. So now what?”
    Cheri cocked a suspicious eyebrow and took a long draw of coffee.
    “So you went over there in nothing but lingerie and didn’t bang the guy? Okay. I’m going to believe that – but only because you’re my best friend and I know you wouldn’t lie to me. But how the hell did you mix him up with Rick? I know they’re supposedly identical, but c’mon. You’ve known them for what, fifteen years? And Mike is so much more masculine than Rick.”
    “I don’t know,” Kaitlin wailed, rubbing at her now-throbbing temples. “Once I knocked on the door my adrenaline took over. Then he opened the door looking all good and the hormones just kicked in. It was dark and…” she buried her face in her palms and shook her head, “I guess looking back, there were some pretty dead giveaways.”
    “Yeah, like?”
    “Well, first of all, his stubble. It’s, I don’t know. Like you said, manly. And the body. He’s absolutely rock hard.”
    Sweat began to bead up on her forehead. She wasn’t sure if it was from the warm summer air and too much coffee or reminiscing the night before.
    “Okay, okay,” Cheri cut in, “I think I get it now.”
    “Good. Now tell me what to do from here. Do I ignore him and quit? Do I confront him and tell him I’m sorry?”
    “God, no,” Cheri said with a snort. “You don’t do any of that. You offered to work on the yard as a favor because you cared about Honey. You can’t take it back now.”
    Her friend was right. Kaitlin thought back to the day the Blade brothers had moved in. From what she’d pieced together through the years, Honey’s daughter had basically dumped them off when she decided that scoring meth took precedence over raising two young boys. But sweet Honey, bless her heart, had taken her grandsons in and raised them like her own. In fact, Honey treated all the kids in the neighborhood like her own.
    A pang of sadness ran through Kaitlin as she recalled knocking at the door each Sunday morning. Honey would swing it open with a smile, the smell of cooking butter and maple syrup wafting past her.
    “Hi, babe. Come on in, the pancakes are almost ready.”
    Tears stung the back of her lids and she blinked them back.
    Nope. No way was she going to back out on her offer. She’d told Rick that she would help get the house back in shape because that’s what Honey would want. To give her beloved boys the best inheritance she could. It was the least Kaitlin could do for the woman who had been a safe-haven of stability when her own house was like a war zone.
    The sound of hammering from next door broke into her thoughts and she shot a glance out the front window. Nerves bubbled up in her stomach.
    Great. Speak of the devil. He was awake and already working. And whistling, no less. Clearly he was far less affected by the night before than she was.
    Kaitlin turned her attention back to Cheri, more desperate for answers than ever.
    “So what, then? What do I do?”
    “Nothing.” Cheri