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pretty lavender color she chose for her fingers and toes.  I thumbed through the available colors and settled on a bright blue to match my eyes. It was a color of confidence, and for the first time in my life I needed a dose of confidence.
    When our nails and toes were pretty and perfect, we walked out into the warm August evening.  “Thank you so much, Lindsay.  This was so fun!  I’m meeting Josh for dinner at The Last Call.  Come with me.  I’ll buy you a drink.”  Leah linked her arm through mine and started to guide me to a pub across the street.
    I dug in my heels and tried to gently refuse her offer . “Oh, no thanks, Leah.  I should be getting home.  And you don’t need to spend your money on me.  Save it for the baby.”
    She laughed and pulled at me again . “I won’t be spending any money.  I know the bartender.  And I know you don’t need to be getting home.  Lana said you needed to get out more.”
    Great.   Thanks, Lana.
    “I’m not taking no for an answer , Lindsay.  I insist.” She pulled me across the street and into The Last Call.

Chapter Three
    Grady
    By the time Saturday rolled around I had to call Josh to handle a repair that came in, while I continued to work on the speedboat.  The shop was usually closed on the weekends, but today I needed the distraction and we had the business to keep us busy.  Leah was working today as well, so Josh didn’t mind coming in.
    I had avoided going by my dad’s house all week and hadn’t seen or heard from Lindsay.  At least two nights a week I stopped by Lana’s for a good home cooked meal with her and my dad, but not this week.  I relied on take out instead of risking a run-in with Lindsay.  Just her presence in town was fucking with my routine, and I resented that.  I resented her for leaving me broken and then just waltzing back onto my turf.
    Maybe she was already gone.  That thought brought a sense of both relief and despair.  I just had to make it through another day of work and then hang with Josh, Leah and Ford at the pub tonight.  With enough shots of whiskey I would able to go to bed tonight and not dream about her.  It had been a while since I had needed to take my life one day at a time.
    We worked steadily through the day, barely even talking or breaking to eat lunch.  My dad came in to help Josh out with the repairs, and they were able to make good progress.  I had been working with my dad ever since I could remember.  My grandfather had started the shop when he was young and passed it on to my dad.  The plan had always been for me to take over eventually as well.  That plan had been threatened by my own actions.
    The first two years after Lindsay left I was a mess and didn’t do much besides work and drink, and not always separately.  And I use the term “work” loosely.  At least half the time I was working I was drunk or hungover.  Three years ago my dad had a Come to Jesus talk with me and basically told me to get it together or get out.  He said he would be more than happy to sell the shop to Josh if I didn’t snap out of it and start applying myself.
    That was the kick in the ass I needed.  For a while before my descent into post-Lindsay hell, I had been thinking about ways to grow the business.  The repair work was steady, being on a lake, and paid the bills.  But I had always dreamed big, and I knew the way to bring in the big bucks was to get into specialty customization.  Sort of like Pimp My Ride for boats.
    Turns out this was an untapped market, and in less than a year I had completed my first big project.  Word of mouth turned my idea into booming business.  My dad and Josh handled the standard repair business so I could focus solely on the customization piece.  I knew that before next summer we would need to hire more help, for them and for me.  And either expand the shop or buy another building to house my part of the business.
    The increase in revenue gave me the go ahead to