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anything or stab someone else.
    I sighed. “I hope not.”
    “Have you taken up any hobbies?”
    “Only you, and painting this house.”
    “I’m now a hobby?”
    “One with infinite possibilities and many, many years of research.”
    “Years, huh?” Solomon wriggled away from me and slung his legs out of bed. “I looked through your kitchen cabinets. I’m making French toast with bacon.” He waited.
    I waited. He made a gesture with his hands, signaling he wanted a yes or no. “What?” I asked, “You think I’m going to say no to that?”
    “It was fifty-fifty after your newfound commitment to the gym.” Solomon leaned down, both hands on the mattress, and planted a kiss on my nose. “Get ready. Breakfast is in fifteen minutes.”
    “It’s not newfound! I’ve had membership for years.” I watched Solomon disappear around the corner, a pair of jeans in his hands. “It’s waning though,” I muttered to myself, trying not to think of Jim Schwarz or Karen Doyle.
    While Solomon earned serious points in the kitchen, I headed upstairs to use the bathroom and gather my clothes. I got ready lightning fast, scrubbed my teeth, showered, and fastened my hair in a neat pony. A clean, white shirt, dark blue jeans and the cutest pink pumps in the world prepared me to face the day. My stomach started growling the moment the bacon aroma reached my nostrils.
    As I descended the stairs, and passed through the small hallway to the guest bedroom, I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand. Making my way into the sunlit kitchen, I had to rub my stomach in an effort not to scare Solomon with the internal baying for food.
    Solomon had already laid the plates, filled the glasses with orange juice and poured coffee. He even found the maple syrup and added it to the table. “This looks amazing,” I told him, joining him and sitting down. “And it smells delicious.”
    “Let’s go three for three and hope it tastes good too,” he said, moments before a heaped forkful landed in his mouth. I followed his lead. My shoulders dropped, my head dipped to one side. “Mmm,” I murmured, the wonderful flavors swirling deliciously on my tongue. “Mmm-mmm-mmm.”
    My phone buzzed just as I dropped my fork onto the empty plate and reached for my coffee. I picked it up, reading the message from my new gym buddy, Lorena. It said Call me ASAP. Need to talk. Lx.
    Scrolling through my phone, I saw it wasn’t the first time she called. There were five text messages from Lorena, each with a variation of the same thing, starting from last night. There was one from Lily too, asking if I wanted to join her for a drink at her bar later; and one from my mother that I think she must have meant for my dad, because after reading it, my eyes flew open wide and I almost lost my breakfast.
    “I need to make some calls,” said Solomon, sliding his chair out and reaching for the plates.
    “I’ll clear,” I told him, laying my hand over his for the briefest of moments, but long enough to give me that tingling feeling I always got whenever he was near. “Thank you. This was great.”
    “Anytime.” He leaned over, kissed me again, this time on the cheek, then left the kitchen. He closed the door to the guest bedroom, and a moment later, I heard his muffled voice.
    I cleared the plates, rinsing them in the sink, and leaving them stacked while I texted Lily a yes , my mother an OMG! and then Lorena, asking if she was okay. She called me right back.
    “Hey, what’s up?” I asked when I answered. “I got six messages from you. I was at dinner so I didn’t check my phone.”
    “It’s okay. I had some bad news and… I just need to talk to you,” said Lorena, the urgency apparent in her voice. “Soon.”
    “Okay. Want to meet at the gym? Or did you want to take a run too?” I asked, hoping she would say yes. It would be nice to get my mind off Jim Schwarz and Karen Doyle. Lorena and I hadn’t run together for a couple of weeks after she