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then set it on the counter. "But I know I've never looked at another woman and wanted her the way I want you."
    "That's not going to help me be smart." She picked up her coffee, stepped back. "But I need some order. Let me put my house back together, as best I can, and we'll see where things go."
    "Hard to argue with that. We share some of these domestic chores, we ought to get to know each other."
    "Well, it's one way." He'd be a distraction, she concluded. A lot more of a distraction than Jenny and a lunchtime Big Mac.
    But what the hell.
    "Since I've got some muscle on hand, let's start with the living room. The sofa's pretty heavy."
    ***
    In Remember When, business was brisk. Or at least browsing was. It hadn't taken long for word to get out about Laine's latest trouble, or to bring out the curious to pump for more details. By one, with the new shipments logged, tagged and displayed, sales rung up and gossip exchanged in abundance, Jenny pressed a hand to the ache in her lower back.
    "I'm going to take lunch at home where I can put my feet up for an hour. Will you be all right on your own?"
    "Sure." Angie held up a protein bar and a bottled, low-fat Frappucino. "Got my lunch right here."
    "You don't know how sad it makes me, Ange, to hear you call that lunch."
    "Weighed in at one-nineteen this morning."
    "Bitch."
    While Angie laughed, Jenny got her purse from behind the counter and her sweater from the hook. "I'm going to nuke leftover pasta primavera and finish it off with a brownie."
    "Now who's the bitch?" She gave Jenny's belly a pat, hoping as always to catch the baby kicking.
    "How's it going in there?"
    "Night owl." She stuck a loose bobby pin back in her messy topknot. "I swear the kid wakes up and starts tap dancing every night about eleven, and keeps it up for hours."
    "You love it."
    "I do." Smiling now, Jenny tugged on the sweater. "Every minute of it. Best time of my life. Be back in an hour."
    "Got it covered. Hey, should I call Laine? Just check on her?"
    "I'll do it from home," Jenny called back as she walked to the door. Before she reached it, it opened. She recognized the couple, searched around in her mental files for the name. "Nice to see you. Dale and Melissa, right?"
    "Good memory." The woman, thirtyish, gym-fit and stylish, smiled at her.
    "And as I recall, you were interested in the rosewood armoire."
    "Right again. I see it's still here." Even as she spoke, she walked to it, ran her hand over the carving on the door. "It keeps calling my name."
    "It's such a beautiful piece." Angie strolled around the counter. "One of my favorites." The truth was she preferred the modern and streamlined, but she knew how to pitch. "We just got another rosewood piece today. It's a gorgeous little davenport. Victorian. I think they're made for each other."
    "Uh-oh." Laughing, Melissa squeezed her husband's arm. "I guess I have to take a look at least."
    "I'll show you."
    "I was just on my way out, if you don't need me..."
    "We're fine." Angie waved Jenny away. "Isn't it beautiful?" she said, aiming her pitch at Melissa as she ran a fingertip down the glossy writing slope. "It's in wonderful condition. Laine has such a good eye. She found this in Baltimore a few weeks ago. It arrived only this morning."
    "It's wonderful." Leaning down, Melissa began opening and closing the small side drawers.
    "Really wonderful. I thought a davenport was a kind of couch."
    "Yeah, but this kind of little desk is called that, too. Don't ask me why; that's Laine's territory."
    "I really love it, whatever it's called. Dale?"
    He was fingering the price tag and sent her a look. "I've got to think about getting both, Melissa.
    It's a pretty big chunk."
    "Maybe we can chip it down a little."
    "We can work on that," Angie told her.
    "Let me take another look at the armoire." She walked back over, opened the doors.
    Knowing how to pace a sale, Angie hung back while Dale joined his wife and they began a whispered consultation.
    The doors were