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“No. But I can love you and deal with your messiness.”
I grin, closing my eyes. What a life this is.
Until … hours later, I awaken alone in bed and am filled with unease because I had the most vivid sex dream, but I wasn’t having sex with Koen.
CHAPTER TWENTY
WHAT IF THERE’S A THIRD KIND OF LOVE?
Price
I’ve unintentionally madea new friend. Ed’s back on track, and we figured out the best way to keep him in his house. In return, he’s insisted on fixing my fence. I had no idea the fence needed fixing.
“Got any coffee?” he asks, pulling a hanky from his pocket to wipe his brow when I offer him a glass of water.
“I don’t. I have juice.”
“Orange?”
I shake my head.
“Apple?”
Again, I shake my head. “Carrot, beet, and ginger.”
His nose wrinkles. “You one of them health nuts?”
“Guilty.”
He grumbles, nodding to the door, inviting himself inside after working for only thirty minutes. “I suppose your concoction won’t kill me.” He starts to follow me then stops. “Grab that bag.”
I glance to my right at the worn brown briefcase on the deck beside his toolbox. “This?”
He nods.
I carry it inside, and he takes it from me while I get his juice.
“I noticed you didn’t have anything from The Righteous Brothers.” Ed pulls his vinyl record from its cover, blows on it, and plays it on my turntable.
It’s impossible not to grin as Ed snaps his fingers and sways his bony hips in the middle of my living room.
“You think I’ve lost that lovin’ feeling?” I ask, handing him a bottle of juice.
He takes the juice and sits on the sofa while I inspect his small stack of records in his briefcase.
“You’re living by yourself, young man. Either you’ve lost it, or you haven’t found it. Which is it?”
“Maybe both,” I mumble.
The Four Seasons.
The Coasters.
Brenda Lee.
He’s an oldies guy.
“Divorced?”
