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across the country. Walker had invested his savings in the start-up and the risk had paid off with a large chunk of shares that had steadily grown in value. He’d never bothered to calculate their exact worth, but he wasn’t thinking about getting a job because he needed the money.
    “Still looking for Ashley?” Cal asked.
    Walker shrugged. “Regularly. I went through another three and haven’t found her. But I will.”
    “I don’t doubt it. Oh, Penny said the new general manager at The Waterfront quit.”
    “Figures.” The family restaurants were successful businesses, but keeping executive staff was impossible. Gloria Buchanan, matriarch of the family and all-around bitch, drove the most talented away. “Gloria’s not getting in Penny’s face, is she?”
    “No way.” Cal grinned. “I wrote the contract myself. Gloria isn’t allowed to step foot in the kitchen without permission.”
    Walker set out the pieces of the dresser, then opened his toolbox. “Being married agrees with you.”
    “We got it right the second time around. Six months ago, I wouldn’t have thought it possible. What about you?”
    “I’m not interested in a second chance with Penny. Or a first one. She’s your girl.”
    His brother punched him in the arm. “You know what I mean. You can’t be alone forever.”
    “Why not? I don’t need anyone.”
    “We all need someone. The difference is some of us are willing to admit it sooner than others.”
     
    “I RESENT THIS ,” Elissa said as she stirred the chili simmering on the stove. “I resent being manipulated, even by my own guilt. It’s wrong on so many levels.”
    All of this was Walker’s fault, she thought as she crossed to the mixing bowl and poured the corn bread batter into a greased glass pan. She hadn’t been able to shake feeling stupid about her assumption when he’d offered to let her “pay in trade.” His comment about smelling her cooking had taken root in her brain and now she was making chili for the express purpose of apologizing. Plus, she still had to give him the five dollars he’d so artfully avoided when she’d given him the pie.
    Twenty minutes later, she knocked on the door between her place and Mrs. Ford’s.
    “I can smell the chili,” the older lady said happily. “I took my Prevacid earlier and I’m ready for second helpings.”
    “Good. Everything is ready. Have a seat. I’m going to run upstairs and tell Walker dinner is ready.”
    Mrs. Ford raised her eyebrows. Elissa sighed.
    “It’s not what you think. I still have to give him my first down payment and I’m making up for…well, you know.”
    She’d told her neighbor all about the unfortunate misunderstanding. Mrs. Ford had taken great pains to point out that a lady did not sleep with a gentleman for any reason other than love or really powerful sexual attraction. Even being given a kidney wasn’t good enough. As if Elissa didn’t already know that.
    “Chili is an excellent choice,” Mrs. Ford said. “A very manly dish. No froufrou vegetables or tofu surprise. An excellent move.”
    “It’s not a move.”
    “It should be. Elissa, darling, he’s a very handsome man.”
    Elissa opened her mouth, then closed it. What was the point of trying?
    “I’ll be right back,” she said, then yelled into the living room. “Zoe, dinner’s ready. Please go wash your hands.”
    “Okay, Mommy.”
    Once again Elissa climbed the stairs. She walked briskly across the small landing and knocked firmly on the door. No way she was going to let him know she felt embarrassed by their previous conversation. Nope, except for the fact that she was cooking for him, she was going to pretend it never happened.
    He opened the door. “Hello, Elissa.”
    Sometime in the past three or four days, she’d forgotten what he looked like. Oh, sure, she could have picked him out of a lineup and been confident he was her neighbor, but she’d lost track of the specifics.
    She hadn’t remembered how his