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a choice between keeping my apartment or keeping my life, which one do you think I’d rather hang on to?”
    “Yeah,” Kat said grudgingly. “But personally? I’d rather you kept both.”
    Emma laughed. “I know… but that’s not how this works.”
    “What does Dean say?” Liv asked.
    “He’s furious. I mean, beside himself fucking furious , since he didn’t want me to move in like this. But he’s going to talk to Dallas about me, since the lease between them is only for one person. If Dallas says it’s OK, I guess we’ll start the selling and moving process.”
    “Oh, my God.” Liv grinned. “We’ll be neighbors!”
    “I know,” Emma said. “We can meet up for chats on the front porch in the morning.”
    “No.” Liv shook her head. “That’s Dallas and Dean’s thing… I don’t want to interfere in that.”
    “What?” Jenny asked.
    “Yeah. The boys meet up most every morning for a chat over coffee. Dallas is on his porch, Dean’s on his, and they hang out in the pj’s and talk about who-knows-what.”
    “That’s actually kind of cute,” Kat said.
    “It is.” Emma giggled. “Some days, man, I’d love to be a fly on the wall.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Liv reached for another cookie, enjoying the fact that she didn’t feel even one bit guilty about it being her fourth one. The best part of not being a model any more was actually being able to eat again, and the other women watched with approval as she took a big bite, obviously loving her newfound freedom around food.
    “So – what?” Jenny said. “You’re really going to be OK with selling your home?”
    Emma gazed at her friend. “I’ll make a new home, honey. One with Dean.” She took Jenny’s hand. “This doesn’t have to be a horrible thing, you know.”
    “No, I guess not.” Jenny blinked away her tears. “You’re right.”
    “Speaking of making a home with a man,” Kat said. “How’s it going with Chris? He’s been there for two weeks now, right?”
    “Actually, not bad at all. I really like seeing him in the mornings before he goes to the gym, and I like knowing that someone’s coming home, you know?”
    “And the touching?” Emma asked gently.
    “Still just holding hands.” Jenny looked down. “I was thinking that I might almost be ready to try – to try him touching my face.”
    “That’s very intimate, hon,” Emma said. “You sure?”
    “No. But I want to give it a shot, anyway.”
    “OK.” Emma nodded. “You talked to Zoe about it?”
    “Yeah, yesterday.”
    “So… I hope you enjoy it, Jenny.” Liv’s dark eyes were serious. “Having a man touch you gently on your face is beautiful, really moving. I hope you can experience that again.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Jenny tried to look confident, but she was scared to death. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
    **
    Chris glanced up when he heard the front door open and then close.
    “Hey,” he said. “How’s it going?”
    Jenny looked over at him, amazed. “Are you – cooking ?”
    “Yeah.” He stirred the sauce. “Nothing fancy, and nothing that’ll impress you, Ms. Chef. But you’ve cooked for me since I moved in here, and all you do all day is cook for other people… I thought maybe you’d enjoy being fed, for a change.”
    “Oh, Chris. That’s so great. Thank you.”
    “Sure,” he said. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes, so if you want to get cleaned up and relax a bit, I can call you.”
    “Perfect.”
    Jenny stripped off her clothes, stretched a bit against the tightness in her shoulders. With a sigh, she stepped in to the shower and just stood there for a few minutes, letting the hot water wash away the stress and craziness of the day.
    When she washed her face, she suddenly noticed her hands on her skin. She ran her fingers across her forehead, her cheekbones, her chin. She touched her lips, then moved down her throat. She tried to imagine Chris’ fingers – strong, hard – tracing this path, and she