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    Business was typically down the week following a holiday and the days were much shorter so Grace closed the shop at four one afternoon and drove out to Cooper’s for a beer. She wasn’t surprised to see Troy was back from visiting his family in Morro Bay. She was also not surprised that there was no one around the bar. People didn’t hang out on the beach in cold, wet weather like this. But she had to admit surprise at seeing a big pile of books and papers beside his laptop on the bar next to his cup of coffee. She jumped on a bar stool. “Welcome home. Did you have fun with the family?” she asked.
    “More or less. My sister has three little undisciplined kids and I slept on her couch. It was brutal. What can I get you?”
    “Beer?”
    “Was that a question or order?” he asked.
    “Beer, please.” She glanced at the books. “Homework?”
    “Lesson plans,” he said, closing everything up, stacking it all and pushing it to one side. “We’re caught up in a couple of my classes so we’re going to have some fun. I’m going to offer them a chance for extra credit if they research the history of something that interests them—like a rock band or in-line skating or maybe a sport like kayaking. I’m writing up a few examples.”
    “That almost sounds fun, but not enough fun. Did you get in any skiing over the holiday?”
    “Nope,” he said, drawing her a draft. “We played some golf, but the weather wasn’t great. I might make a drive up to Mount Hood before I get back to work, maybe for a day. If I had more time and money I’d check out Tahoe. So, you were the maid of honor.”
    “I was. Kind of short notice.”
    “I heard it wasn’t exactly planned in advance...”
    “That’s how I heard it, too. Iris said they decided and just did it. They got a marriage license, called a judge Seth knew, told Seth’s family and got it done. I didn’t even have time to order special flowers.” She sipped a little of her beer. “How are you handling it?”
    “Fine,” he said.
    “Good. That’s good.”
    He leaned both hands on the bar. “I went out with my little brother and got roaring drunk. Then I bought a Jeep I can’t really afford.”
    “Oh,” she said. “Gosh, I hope you don’t get your heart broken too often or you’ll go broke.”
    “I’d wanted that Jeep anyway. And I deserved a good drunk.”
    “Is that what caused...” She reached out toward the remnants of what looked like a healing bruise on his forehead.
    He ducked away from her fingers. “I forgot I was sleeping on the couch, fell off and hit the coffee table.”
    She couldn’t help herself. She laughed.
    “And my heart isn’t broken,” he insisted. “Just a little coronary bruise. Gimme a week or two and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.”
    Bullshit
, she thought. He looked completely miserable. “You’re very resilient,” she said. She sipped her beer.
    “I guess we’ve all been there,” he said.
    “Where?”
    “Heartbreak hotel.”
    “Hmm. Well, I don’t think I have. I haven’t had my heart broken. Not by a guy, at least.”
    Troy appeared to be momentarily frozen. “There’s no polite way to ask this, but has your heart been broken by a
girl
?”
    She giggled. There were times, and this was one of them, that it would feel so good to dump the story on someone, explain how a heart can be broken by ruthless competitors or the media. “No, Troy. I’m perfectly straight. I’m into guys, I just haven’t been seriously involved. I guess it’s not in my nature to be tied down to one guy.”
    “No boyfriend, then?”
    “Are you fishing?” she asked. “I’ve had some terrific boyfriends, just nothing serious. No steadies, engagements or live-ins.”
    “Why haven’t I ever met any of them?” he asked.
    She shrugged. “I guess you weren’t around at the same time one of them was. I have a date later tonight, as a matter of fact.”
    “Oh? What’s he like?” Troy asked.
    “He’s