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time. Conrad’s has the best fries.”
    Dina actually laughed. “Your brother said the same thing.”
    “Our mom taught us all the basics. The first two years in college, I only cooked when I went home to visit. Then Meg and I got an apartment off campus and I cooked all the time. Gained a bunch of weight, too.”
    Dina scoffed at that. “You’re thin.”
    “Yeah, well, doesn’t mean I don’t have to work on it. Meg and I went to an exercise class in Seattle but we haven’t found anything that isn’t crazy expensive here. I’ve been reduced to jogging after work.”
    “Karen jogs all the time.”
    Judy glanced out the kitchen window. “If I lived on the beach I’d be happy to jog all the time. In the city I have to dodge cars and suck in the exhaust.”
    “Why don’t you pay for one of those fancy gyms?”
    “Because unlike my brother, I’m broke.”
    “Didn’t you say you worked?”
    Judy slid the chopped onions into the big bowl of beef and cracked a few eggs into the mix. “It’s an internship. I’m not paid and I’m overworked.”
    Dina squished her face in an expression of complete horror. “Why would anyone work for free?”
    “I’ve been asking myself that question for two weeks.” She cringed when her fingers met the cold meat and she started the process of mixing the ingredients. “Damn that’s cold.”
    “Yeah, but it’s the only way to mix it right.” Dina peeled and kept the conversation going. “You really work for free?”
    “It’s a six-month internship. It’s a way of gaining experience so someone will hire me.”
    “I thought college meant someone will hire you.”
    “Not necessarily. I guess with some professions it works that way, but not for me.”
    “Zach said you want to design buildings.”
    “I do. The only thing I’ve been doing, however, is filing and playing the mail lady. I shouldn’t complain. It’s actually not that bad . . . but I can’t help but think I’m spinning in circles.”
    “It can’t be any worse than high school. Like I’ll ever use algebra.”
    Judy was about to correct her when a deep voice from behind them offered his opinion. “Amen to that. I never used algebra.”
    Rick. Her skin tingled.
    Without turning around, Judy said, “I use it all the time.”
    “That’s because you have a geeky desk job, babe.”
    Dina actually laughed. “A geeky desk job that doesn’t pay.”
    “Even better. Hey, Dina.”
    Judy heard the giddiness in the teen’s voice. “Hi, Rick.”
    Rick stepped up behind her, looked over her shoulder. “Aww, babe, you didn’t need to cook me dinner.”
    “I’m not . . . and I’m not your babe.” Judy turned the bowl over onto the counter and shaped the loaf.
    “Seems like a lot of food for two tiny women.”
    “I’m sure there’s plenty for you to join us,” Dina told him.
    “Perfect. I haven’t had meatloaf in years.”
    Judy turned, found it difficult not to take in the man standing a breath away from her. “I’m sure you have something better to do.”
    Rick shook his head. “Nope. My work is here tonight. Should get done right about the time that comes out of the oven.”
    She glared but found a smile somewhere deep inside. “So you hustle pool and dinners.”
    “I do what I have to, Utah.”
    Damn he was too good-looking for her sanity. She found herself staring at his lips, and when he lifted an eyebrow, she snapped out of her trance, placed her sticky hand on his arm to push him away, and moved around him to the sink. “Whatever.”
    Rick moved beside her, took the washcloth from her hands, and brushed it against his arm before handing it back. “I’ll start upstairs. If you hear the alarm going off, just ignore it.”
    “Fine.”
    He chuckled as he left the room.
    Once he was out of earshot, Dina said, “That man is hot.”
    Judy fanned her warm cheeks and kept her comments to herself.
    How an alarm could go off fourteen times in an hour was beyond her. Judy’s nerves were