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while a large, overstuffed chintz sofa was offset by a battered old steamer trunk that served as a coffee table. The TV set was hidden away in an antique French armoire, while the CD player was in plain view atop a nicked, old parson’s table that Theresa found at a yard sale. The room was always filled with fresh flowers, a passion the two of them shared. Somehow, it all worked.
    Janna’s favorite room in the whole apartment was her bedroom. Granted, it was the smaller of the two, with barely enough space for her beloved, mahogany sleigh bed, but she’d willingly sacrificed the extra space for French doors that opened out onto a tiny terrace where she kept tidy rows of cracked terra cotta pots filled with aromatic herbs. Lemon balm, lavender, basil, thyme, coriander, oregano, sage, fennel . . . Whenever Janna was feeling stressed, she would simply pluck some leaves, crush them between her fingers, and bring them to her nose, inhaling deeply. It was a calming technique her father had taught her, and it worked every time.
    â€œHey.”
    Janna had just finished pouring her Perrier into a wine glass—she’d read somewhere that using fancy glasses for ordinary drinks could elevate one’s spirits, although this seemed dubious—and was on her way to the living room when Theresa came scurrying out of the bathroom in her robe, a towel wrapped around her head like a turban, making her look like some sort of exotic Italian princess.
    â€œHow was Key West?” Janna asked, kicking off her Blahniks.
    â€œHot. Whoever had the bright idea to do a location shoot in Key West in early September should be killed.” Sighing deeply, Theresa plopped down next to Janna on the couch. “Your not being there really sucked. I had no one to laugh with at the sight of Nicholas Kastley in a Speedo.”
    Janna shuddered. Nicholas Kastley was one of the older actors; for years he’d been fighting Father Time in a grudge match and was losing badly. “It must have been harrowing.”
    â€œNo, harrowing was being called to his room to help him apply Just for Men to the hair on his legs.”
    Janna halted mid-sip. “You’re kidding me.”
    â€œI wish I was. I’m telling you, the network doesn’t pay me enough to do this stuff.”
    â€œYeah, but think of all the good material you’re gathering for your tell-all book,” Janna teased. “It’s a guaranteed best-seller, you know it is.”
    â€œExcept I’ll have to change all their names or wait until they’re all dead to write it,” Theresa groused, helping herself to Janna’s glass, from which she drank deeply. “Mmm, that hits the spot.” She handed the glass back to Janna, her expression eager. “Enough about me . I want to hear all about those big, manly men on skates you’re being paid to hang around with.”
    â€œWhat do you want to know?”
    â€œHow many of them are single?”
    â€œTheresa,” Janna reproved. She knew this was coming. The minute Janna had told her friend she’d taken the job, Theresa had been on her to get the dirt about which guys were available.
    â€œWell?” Theresa prodded. “Any prospects?”
    â€œI don’t know yet,” Janna stalled, which was true. “Let me get to know them better and I’ll get back to you.”
    â€œThe captain is good-looking,” Theresa observed aloud. She unwound the terrycloth turban from around her head and began vigorously toweling her long, wavy black hair. “What’s his name? Tim Gallagher?”
    â€œ Ty Gallagher,” Janna corrected. She stiffened. “You think he’s good-looking?”
    â€œWhy, you don’t?”
    â€œI haven’t really noticed.”
    â€œThen open your eyes, girl; he’s a hottie.”
    â€œI guess,” Janna replied mildly. Of course she had noticed, but she’d been trying not to think about it. For