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mean it that way. And you have every right to miss your son once he’s out of the house. But in the meantime, maybe you should try to get on with your life.”
    “How so?”
    “Well, for one thing, you need to get over your ex-husband.”
    “I’m way over him. And, anyway, that’s not your problem, it’s mine. I’ll deal with it.” She got to her feet. “If you want to join us for dinner, you’re welcome to.”
    “I’ll take a rain check,” he said.
    She nodded and smiled slightly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” She cast a glance in her son’s direction. Jordan was busy spraying his sneakers. “He’ll have all my flowers floating upstream if I don’t get over there.”
    Kenny watched as she made her way across the lawn, cursing himself for what he’d passed up.
    * * *
    Holly grabbed a shopping cart and headed toward the produce section of Grimshaw’s Grocers. Lately, she’d cut bread out of her diet and had been concentrating on eating lots of fresh fruits and vegetables. In the last three weeks she’d already lost two of the twelve pounds she’d wanted to shed. Maybe there was something to that low-carb theory after all.
    During that time, she hadn’t seen Kenny, avoiding him at all costs. After the way she’d behaved, she had a feeling he was thankful not to have to see her as well.
    It was best to let the whole incident fade away. No reason to dwell on it, either. She’d made a mistake, not a big deal. So, Kenny probably thought she was a horny, desperate divorcee? So what? It wasn’t like he’d had anything good to say about her before she’d tried to seduce him.
    Picking up a head of lettuce, along with a bag of baby carrots, she tossed them into the cart. Next, she picked up a cucumber, trying to decide if she should try one of the seedless varieties instead. She didn’t notice the soft whir of Kenny’s wheelchair until he was practically beside her.
    “So, that’s why we haven’t seen you in a while,” he said with a grin and a waggle of his brows. “You found a cure for your problem. Although it’s not my style, I have to admit, having sex with a cucumber is probably less messy and you can pretend it’s whoever you want it to be.”
    She glared at him, placing the cucumber back in the bin. “You’re not funny.”
    Kenny reached for it and held it up. His green eyes grew large. “Looks like it might hurt, but on the bright side, you can shove it out of bed when you’re done with it. And you don’t even have to offer to cook breakfast the next morning.”
    “Ha, ha, ha. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish my shopping before Jordan gets home from school.” She pushed her cart out of the way, and headed down the aisle only to realize Kenny was following her. Damn, the man was so persistent.
    Deliberately trying to ignore him, she passed by the fruit section although she’d planned on buying grapes. And there was no way she was stopping to check out the bananas she was craving, not with him on her tail. No telling what kind of joke he’d make about them .
    “So, did you ever find anyone to help you out?” he asked, keeping pace with her.
    It was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere. She stopped abruptly and looked at him. “Help me out with what, Kenny?” she asked, feigning innocence after first making sure no other shoppers were within hearing range.
    He came to a stop. “You know,” he said with a shrug. “You were like a dog in heat the last time I saw you. I was just curious to see if you found what you were looking for.”
    “Oh, that,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I signed up for a Yoga class. I’m all better.” She smiled sweetly. “I hardly think about sex at all now.” Or you. Yeah, right, Holly.
    “Wow, that must be some class.”
    “Yes, you should try it,” she said.
    He gave the arm of his wheelchair a pat. “Maybe in my next life.”
    Realization hit her hard in the gut and she sighed. Among her other emotions,