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Chapter 1
     
                  Leanna plopped down on the Johnson’s couch. She had been looking after the house for Kent and Jennifer, her neighbors, for the past three summers. Leanna’s only son had decided on spending his summers on summer abroad trips. That and a divorce from Eddie, Kent’s best friend meant she spent a lot of time alone so the Johnsons made use of her loneliness. At least Jennifer and Kent had nice things. They had rebelled against the cookie-cutter look of all of the one-story single family homes in the cul-de-sac. They had a two-story brick house with a screened-in porch and a bright bed of lavender flowers. It was extremely homey and always clean, to Leanna’s surprise, since Kent was the one that stayed home. He was a salesman and Jennifer was a marketing executive that was, quite frankly, never home. It was Kent who suggested that Leanna house sat during Kent and Jennifer’s frequent vacation. Leanna and Kent spent many afternoons chatting about everything. Leanna worked from home to and after her divorce from her husband, Eddie, Kent had been a rock for her, but he never made a move besides offering a friendly shoulder for her to lean on.
                  Leanna pulled one of the decorative pillows to her chest, taking in Kent’s woodsy smell. He often sat on this sofa with his laptop and his feet kicked up. Many times, with Jennifer at work, Leanna would come over with her laptop and they would keep each other company. It was strange, to Leanna, how right it felt. Often Kent would let it slip how lonely he felt when Jennifer worked late, which was almost every night. And Leanna would imagine what it would be like to take Jennifer’s place.
                  “God, this sucks,” Leanna said to her self, throwing the pillow.
                  She only had one more day and then she wouldn’t feel so saturated with Kent’s pheromones. Her ritual of checking her house and then Kent’s house often led to her touching his clothes, and letting her mind wonder. If Jennifer did not appreciate the men she had then Kent should be with a woman who could handle him.
                  Kent was in his early forties, but looked much younger. Even though they were all living in the suburbs in Arizona, Kent was a California boy at heart. He was bronze-tanned with dirty blonde hair and he was tall and muscular. The amount of times she had spied on Kent going his runs, shirtless, was borderline embarrassing.
                  Leanna jumped when she heard the front door slam. She whipped around to see Kent standing in the foyer with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
                  “Kent, what are you doing here? Where’s Jennifer?” Leanna asked rising from the couch.
                  “Hey, sorry if I scared you. Jennifer is staying in New York with her family for a couple days,” Kent said, dropping the duffle on the ground.
                  Kent took a deep breath and seemed to force a smile.
                  “Kent, what’s going on?” Leanna asked, walking over to him.
                  The fake smile fell and he seemed to age five years. He raked his hands through his hair, and leaned back on the wall.
                  “I’ll tell you over a drink. Let’s head to the kitchen.”
                  Leanna nodded and followed him to the kitchen. Kent was slamming things around the kitchen grabbing glasses and a bottle of scotch. Kent had often joked it was the Sadness Scotch. It was not the first time they had poured it together.
                  “Yikes, that bad, huh?” Leanna asked, sipping the scotch.
                  “Worse. I feel terrible bursting in here like that, but—”
                  “But?”
                  “ But I’m kind of glad to see a friendly face. Jen and I are—having a