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sure Ben knew they were welcomed to take a dip in the pool. “You two are officially invited to swim as soon as I open it,’ she said before Regan turned and ran off. “It depends on the weather but I’m hoping it’ll stay warm and I’ll open it sometime in May.”
    However, she wouldn’t be opening it for Mother’s Day weekend. That was when their mother had always had it ready for swimming. It’d be too painful. All of them loved swimming, but their mother had loved it the most.
    “If you need any help,” Ben said smoothly, “I’ll be happy to give you a hand.”
    “Thanks. Talk to you later,” Whitney said, then followed Regan back to their house.
    Shannon was putting the cups in the dishwasher when they entered the kitchen. “What did you find out? Is he married?”
    “He’s divorced,” Whitney said, realizing her obsessed sisters would do everything in their power to hook her up with Ben.
    Shannon raised her eyebrows. “You two didn't stay away very long.”
    “Yeah, Ben offered us a drink but Regan said we couldn’t stay.” Whitney turned to look at Regan. “You insisted we go meet the neighbors. Then you wanted to leave. What’s going on?”
    “I didn’t think you should overdo it.” Regan grabbed a dishcloth and started wiping the table. “You were starting to come on too strong. We don’t want you to scare him away.”
    “I was coming on too strong?” Whitney gasped.
    Regan ignored her, continuing on. “I think we should go shopping soon.”
    Shannon gave an interested glance. “Shopping for what?”
    “Whitney invited Ben…oh yeah, his name’s Ben Spencer, and his son’s name is Adam. She invited them over to go swimming. Whit needs a new suit.”
    “I thought of a perfect business for you,” Whitney said.
    “What is it?” Regan asked.
    “A wedding planner or a dating service. Shannon and I won’t have to do much and can just watch you in action.”
    Regan shook her head. “It wouldn’t be profitable. I can only handle one stubborn person at a time.”
    “I’ll admit meeting Ben was a nice interruption,” Whitney said, “but let’s get back to our business.”
    Shannon rubbed her chin. “It’s fun to think about having a business and to throw out ideas, but let’s be realistic. It’s not a good time for us to start one with the bad economy.”
    “Well, people need to be entertained during bad times,” Whitney said, “so we can start a girls’ band.”
    Shannon laughed. “You have to be kidding. I think to have a band we might have to be able to play instruments. You’re the only one who used to be in the high school band, and clarinet isn’t exactly a ‘girl band’ kind of instrument.”
    “Whitney can sing though,” Regan said. “If you hadn’t been one of my bridesmaids, you could’ve been my soloist for the wedding.”
    “Okay, Whitney has a great voice, but I don’t see a group of women in their thirties starting a band,” Shannon said in an irritated voice. “What made you think of a band when Regan and I can’t play any instruments?”
    Whitney shrugged. “I’ve always had a secret desire to be a drummer in a band. Crazy, I know. But I picture myself sitting behind these awesome drums. And when there’s a break in the music, the lead guitarist shouts, ‘Take it Whitney.’ And the spotlight’s on me.”
    “I’d never have guessed you wanted to be a drummer. But now that you mentioned it, I can see you with drumsticks in your hands.” Regan tossed the empty containers into the wastebasket.
    Whitney asked, “What are your secret desires? Come on, don’t be shy. I told you mine.”
    “I have one.” Shannon took a breath before continuing. “Don’t laugh at me.”
    “I know,” Regan declared, her mouth breaking into a wide, teasing grin. “You want to be a professional clown. You were great when you dressed up as a clown at Lily’s birthday party.”
    Shannon shook her head. “Nope, not a clown. After Tim and I saw the