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build my dream house on my grandfather’s lot on the lake.  Prime real estate on the lake went for a shit load of money these days, but fortunately my grandfather gave me the land free and clear.  All I had to worry about was the cash for the house.  I worked with a local architect to put my vision on paper and then in the ground.  To keep costs down, I did a lot of the work myself.  Six months ago I moved in, but hadn’t furnished anything other than my bedroom and the living room, which were sparse at best.  I just couldn’t bring myself to fully settle in.  Not when the person I built the house for wasn’t living there with me…and never would.
    My cell phone rang then and I answered when I saw it was my current client, Camden Holt.
    “Hey, man.  What’s up?”  I answered.  For being a celebrity, the guy was actually pretty cool.  He had contacted me a couple of months ago, and we had worked out all the details of the project over the phone and e-mail.  I had no idea what movies he’d been in, but Josh said Leah drooled all over herself anytime he came on TV.
    “Hey, Grady.   Just checking to see if my boat will be ready on schedule.”
    I pulled a bandana out of the back pocket of my jeans and wiped my hands off.  “Yeah, it should be ready to go by the weekend before Labor Day.”
    “Awesome.  I’m bringing my family for a week of R&R over Labor Day.  I’ll be in the area next Saturday to check out a vacation rental.  Mind if I stop by the shop to check it out?”
    I periodically sent pics of the work, but I knew it was nothing like seeing it in person.  “Sure, no problem.  I’ll be in the shop all day.  Stop by whenever.”
    We went over a few details of the design and hung up.  Cam was by far my biggest client to date, and I knew if I did a good job it would pay off well into the future.
    There were still a couple good hours of work left before I could quit for the day.  I didn’t look forward to leaving the shop like I normally would after a long Saturday.  Sure, I could kill a few hours at the pub, but eventually I would have to go home.  Home to my too big for a single guy, empty house.  Maybe I should get a dog.  Shit, I could barely take care of myself.
    My dad left shortly before dinner, and Josh and I decided to call it a day too.
    “You still up for meeting Leah at the pub for dinner?”  Josh asked me.
    I nodded, “Sure thing, dude.  I’m starving.”  I locked up the shop and we decided to walk since it was only a few blocks into downtown Penn Yan.
    We were still a good three blocks away, but up ahead I saw something that stopped me in my tracks and took me back.
     
    June 2006
     
    Parking my bike in front of the house I jogged up the walk, waving at L ana, who was knee deep in potting soil and flats of flowers next door.
    “ Yo, Dad!”  I called in the direction of the kitchen.  “I finished the McHale job, so I’m going to head over to Josh’s to hang tonight.”
    My dad grumbled something in response but I didn’t wait to catch it and ran up the stairs to my room.  Josh was having a bonfire at his place tonight and his girlfriend, Leah, was bringing some friends.  A few beers and an easy lay was the perfect way to wrap up the long work week.
    I did a quick inspection of my clothes and ran my fingers through my short hair.  I should probably take a shower, but a              clean shirt and a ball cap would have to do.  Halfway back down the stairs I caught a glimpse of Lana’s front yard through the window.  Well, well, what do we have here?
    She was turned away from me, but the rear view was nothing to complain about.  Long, very light blonde hair hung halfway down her back.  A tiny pair of shorts barely covered a sweet ass and gave me an excellent view of her slim legs.
    My dad was in his recliner, so I cocked my head towards Lana’s house and asked, “Who’s the chick with Lana?”
    “That’s probably her niece.