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$30,000. One of the first orders of business when he started going into the office would be hiring another crew. With summer here, it was the only way to keep up with the demand.
    You’d be happy, Dad. We’re going to have a great season. Honoring his dad’s memory was as important to Parker as proving to himself that he could be successful even without the baseball career he’d planned for his entire life. Wood Landscaping was now his future, and he planned to make the most of it. He was still at his desk when his phone buzzed. He found it buried under the plans for the renovations on the Davis Country Club’s outdoor sitting area. He’d been expecting a text from the stone company but when he clicked on his phone he saw Sophie’s name instead. His mood brightened.
    In case your fridge is still empty I thought I’d let you know I made lasagna for dinner.
    A smile spread across his face as he typed.
    It’s kinda mean to brag about lasagna to a starving guy.
    He imagined the flustered look on her face and chuckled, staring at his phone.
    *sigh* I was offering for you to have some lasagna, but if you’re gonna be a wiseass about it, I don’t know…
    The smile widened into a grin.
    I’ll behave. I promise. Want me to bring some wine?
    I’ve got plenty of wine, just come over whenever you’re ready.
    I’m always ready for lasagna. Be right there.
    Parker caught a whiff of tomato sauce the second he stepped onto her back porch. His stomach rumbled as he breathed in the rich, tempting aroma that wafted through the open windows. Then he saw her and forgot all about food.
    Sophie stood at the kitchen counter, her back to the door, drizzling olive oil into a small bowl. Her hands danced across the spice rack as she plucked out several jars. Her amber hair cascaded over one shoulder, leaving the other side of her neck bare. She reached for a potholder and pulled open the oven door, bending over and giving Parker a heart-stopping view.
    Her shorts curved enticingly around her full hips and revealed long, smooth legs. She set a bubbling pan of lasagna on top of the stove and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. Every move she made enthralled him. He wanted to come up behind her, nuzzle the curve of her neck, breathe in her sweet scent, press himself against the soft swell of her hips.
    His thoughts were interrupted as she turned to face him. A smile spread across her face as she strode to the door.
    “Perfect timing,” she said, holding the door open.
     
    Sophie’s cheeks flushed and she couldn’t tell if it was from the heat in the kitchen or the look on Parker’s face. How long was he at the door? Was he watching me? The fluttery feeling returned.
    “I can’t remember the last time I had lasagna. It smells amazing.”
    Sophie went back to making the salad, feeling the need to keep her hands busy. “I’m guessing the food wasn’t great at the center?”
    “That would be a serious understatement. It made memories of the college cafeteria seem gourmet in comparison.”
    “I wish I’d have known that. I’d have brought you food.”
    Parker’s grin lit up his whole face. “That would have been awesome.”
    Sophie bit her lip, focusing on slicing a tomato. “I tried to visit you once, you know. Right after the accident. Your dad said you didn’t want to see anyone.”
    “I don’t remember him telling me that you came by, but he might have. I was pretty heavily drugged at first but I do remember refusing to have visitors.”
    Sophie’s gaze darted to Parker as she tried to gauge how comfortable he was with the topic. “Why?”
    He shrugged, his fingers sweeping his hair off his face for a second before it fell back across his forehead. “I was a disaster. In every way imaginable. I didn’t even want to deal with myself let alone anyone else.” He paused and ran his hand along the edge of the counter. “I hated seeing that look in everyone’s eyes.”
    Sophie’s chest clenched, trapping the air