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it?"
    "Sure, if he’s in already. Can I hold for an answer please?"
    Jack listened to a deep voice describing the advantages of using MJP brand mud pumps until the line picked up again.
    "Jack! What’s going on today?" Mike Phillips had an Australian drawl that made everything he said sound like a bad movie quote.
    "Nothing, Mike, just need to do some things this morning. Sophie has been after me to get the house listed so we can do the division of property crap. I wanted to get it done before she hires a hit man."
    Mike laughed. "That’s fine. I was just worried you might be sick again. You’ve been sick a lot lately."
    "I don’t think that’s going to be an issue anymore, Mike." He couldn’t keep the giddy excitement out of his voice.
    "So, what’s her name?" Mike asked with a conspiratorial edge to his question.
    "Julie," Jack said before he could really consider the wisdom of answering.
    "Good," Mike said with definite approval. "You’ve been down for an eight-count, Jack. I’m glad to see you getting back up to fight some more."
    "Thanks, Mike. I swear, I feel like a new man this morning. Just give me a little more time and I’ll make this all up to you. You’ll see."
    "I believe you, buddy. I’ll get Nancy to move the meeting until 11:00. Maybe we could do lunch afterward and you can give me the juicy details. OK?"
    "You have no idea how appropriate that comment is." Jack said with a chuckle. "I’ll see you at 11:00."

Chapter 4: Jack
    J ack danced around pulling out bacon and eggs from the fridge, and pans and oil from the cupboard then set to making Julie breakfast. He was just cooking the last from the package of bacon when he heard the toilet flush in the on-suite bathroom.
    Julie came out wearing an old pair of sweats Sophie hadn’t worn since college and his colorful silk kimono as a robe. Her hair was tousled and her face was flushed, giving her a kind of waifish look that took his breath away. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was dreaming, that some moment he would wake up and this would all be gone. He felt his darkness fighting to return, but her presence blew it away like it was a little smoke in a storm.
    He smiled at her and asked, "Are you hungry?"
    "Starving! I can’t remember if I ate my steak last night or not."
    "Nope, I cleaned up outside this morning and threw away the food we left out all night."
    "What time is it?" she asked, combing her hair with her fingers.
    "8:30, I have to be at work by 11:00. So we have plenty of time."
    "I’ll wash these clothes and bring them back," she said. "I couldn’t bear the thought of trying to squeeze into my jeans right now."
    "That’s fine. You look great in my robe, by the way. Better than me by a long shot."
    She wandered to the fridge and pulled out orange juice, grapes and an apple. Jack watched as she stood on her tip toes. The curve of her foot and calf was surprisingly erotic to him. Every inch of her was a delight waiting to be explored. He took a deep breath and returned to cooking the bacon.
    The orange juice went into glasses, and the fruits in bowls. The kitchen table had four chairs and was covered with kids’ stuff, like artwork, crayons, and the pink sneakers. He watched her carefully pick it all up and place it in a neat pile on a side table near the wall, setting out their breakfast plates.
    Jack brought over the frying pan and slid two fried eggs into her plate, then sat the plate of cooked bacon in the middle of the table. He quickly fried his own eggs while she nibbled on a piece of bacon, looking good enough to eat herself.
    He brought over the frying pan again, smiling at her as he put his eggs in his plate, then put it into the sink, cooling it with a little water. After he sat down, they ate in silence for a few minutes, glancing at each other with contented smiles. When she finished eating, she reached over and patted his arm.
    "Thanks, for everything. I don’t know what I expected when I came over last night,