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area—Litchfield Park, which was on the west side of the valley. They had met at her first show and had become good friends. They kept in contact over the months since they first met. They talked for extended times on the phone and she’d started to think of him as the brother she’d never had.
    At the start of each of the next two shows, he’d presented her with a good number of the fruit—it had become something of a game between them. Once again he was holding a large paper bag.
    “You brought me grapefruit.” She pointed to the bags. “You know the way to this girl’s heart.”
    He grinned as he walked toward her. “Is it working?”
    She laughed and brushed aside his teasing, knowing it was in good fun. “They’re sweet and not only make a great breakfast, but terrific juice, too. What’s not to like?”
    “Where do you want me to set them?” He nodded toward the table, his shaggy blond hair falling over his eyes. He shook his head back. “Under the table like usual?”
    “That’s perfect.” She moved toward him as he slipped behind the table she used to write sale contracts.
    He shoved the bag beneath and adjusted the tablecloth to cover the bag. When he straightened and rounded the table, they hugged. He always smelled like citrus and mint and was a great hugger.
    “A friend of mine, who lives here in Denver, is having a party at his place tonight.” Gary released her. “It’s not far from here, and the bigger his parties are, the happier he is. I think he likes to show off his place—it’s something else. You should come.”
    She enjoyed parties and it was always good to get out and meet people. “I’d like that.” She picked up her cell phone that was lying on the table by the tablet she used to take credit card payments. “Are you sure your friend won’t mind?”
    Gary shrugged. “He has a huge place. He doesn’t care if a hundred people show up. He’s got money and he likes to entertain.”
    “Okay.” She smiled. “Why don’t you text me the address?”
    “Perfect.” A sparkle lit his blue eyes. He looked more like a surfer dude from California than a Phoenix native. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and bent his head as he used his thumbs to type.
    A moment later her phone chimed, telling her she had a text message. She glanced at the message. “Got it.” She looked back at him. “What time?”
    “Starts at eight, but you can come earlier or later.” He slipped his phone into his back pocket. “My showroom is set. I can walk you out to your car.”
    “Thanks, but I have a few more things to do.” She gave him another hug. “I’ll be leaving in a little while.”
    She released him and he shoved his hands into his front jeans pockets. “Anything I can do to help?”
    “Nah.” She pointed to the tablet. “I have a few inventory items I need to add to prepare for tomorrow. You go on.”
    He grinned at her. “Let me know if you have trouble finding the party.”
    “I have GPS on my phone, so I shouldn’t have a problem.” If she didn’t have GPS, she probably would get lost. The last time she’d gotten lost was when she’d ended up with her car parked in the master bedroom on the second story of someone’s vacation home.
    “See you tonight.” Gary turned and whistled as he walked out, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. He’d laugh if he saw his name listed as Gary Grapefruit in her contacts. One of these days she’d have to tell him.
    As far as a party, it would definitely help her get her mind off the darn letter.
    She chose a playlist on her phone and hummed along to Good Life from one of her favorite groups, OneRepublic. She sat behind the table to add the last three items to the sales app on her tablet. The app allowed her to take credit cards and email receipts to her customers after she took payment. Easy-peasy.
    When she finished, she shrugged into a heavy coat and grabbed her fringed purse. She locked her showroom behind her and