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  A million warnings about taking food from strangers ran through my head, but in the end I decided getting us out of his pool was probably more important to him than offing his brand new neighbors with poisoned Poptarts.

  With a defeated sigh I swam over to the ladder closest to my pants and robe, then pulled myself from the water. I was a dripping, limp mess and I was frozen to the bone after my body adjusted to the temperature of the water.

  Abby took her Poptart and plopped down on one of the loungers that were still stacked and wrapped in plastic. She began munching on it happily, grinning at me like she’d just won the lottery.

  She was in so much trouble.

  I walked over to the stranger, eying him skeptically. He held out his remaining beach towel to me and after realizing I was just in a soaking wet tank top and bikini briefs, I took it quickly and wrapped it around my body. I was shivering, and my dark blonde hair dripped down my face and back; but I didn’t dare adjust the towel, afraid I’d give him more of a show than he’d paid for.

  “Good morning,” he laughed at me.

  “Good morning,” I replied slowly, carefully.

  Up close, he wasn’t the giant I’d originally thought. Now that we were both ground level, I could see that even while he was tall, at least six inches taller than me, he wasn’t freakishly tall- which relieved some of my concerns. He still wore his pajamas: blue cotton pants and a white t-shirt that had been stretched out from sleep. He had almost black hair that appeared still mussed and disheveled, but swept over to the side in what could be a trendy style if he brushed it. He seemed to be a few years older than me- if I had to guess thirty-six or thirty-seven- and he had dark, intelligent eyes that crinkled in the corners with amusement. He was tanned, and muscular, and imposing. And I hated that he was laughing at me.

  “Sorry about the gate,” he shrugged. “I didn’t realize there were kids around.”

  “You moved into a neighborhood,” I pointed out dryly. “There’s bound to be kids around.”

  His eyes narrowed at the insult but he swallowed his Poptart and agreed, “Fair enough. I’ll keep the gate locked from now on.”

  I wasn’t finished with berating him though. His pool caused all kinds of problems for me this morning and since I could only take out so much anger on my six year old, I had to vent the rest somewhere. “Who fills their pool the first week of September anyway? You’ve been to New England in the winter, haven’t you?”

  He cleared his throat and the last laugh lines around his eyes disappeared. “My real estate agent,” he explained. “It was kind of like a ‘thank you’ present for buying the house. He thought he was doing something nice for me.”

  I snorted at that, thinking how my little girl could have- No, I couldn’t go there; physically, I was not emotionally capable of thinking that thought through.

  “I really am sorry,” he offered genuinely, his dark eyes flashing with true emotion. “I got in late last night, and passed out on the couch. I didn’t even know the pool was full or the gate was open until I heard you screaming out here.”

  Guilt settled in my stomach like acid, and I regretted my harsh tone with him. This wasn’t his fault. I was just looking for someone to blame.

  “Look, I’m sorry I was snappish about the pool, I just, I was just worried about Abby. I took it out on you,” I relented, but wouldn’t look him in the eye. I’d always been terrible at apologies. When Grady and I would fight, I could never bring myself to tell him I felt sorry. Eventually, he’d just look at me and say, “I forgive you, Lizzy. Now come here and make it up to me.” With anyone else my pride would have refused to let me give in; but with Grady, the way he smoothed over my stubbornness and let me get away with keeping my dignity, worked every single time.

  “It’s alright, I can understand that,” my new neighbor agreed.

  We stood there awkwardly for a few more moments, before I swooped down to pick up my plaid pants and discarded robe. “Alright, well I need to go get the kids ready for school. Thanks for convincing her to get out. Who knows how long we would have been stuck there playing Finding Nemo.”

  He chuckled but his eyes were confused. “Is that like Marco Polo?”

  I shot him a questioning glance, wondering if he was serious or not. “No kids?” I asked.

  He laughed again. “Nope, life-long bachelor.” He waved the box of Poptarts and realization dawned on me. He hadn’t really seemed like a father before now, but in my world- my four kids, soccer mom, neighborhood watch secretary, active member of the PTO world- it was almost unfathomable to me that someone his age could not have kids.

  I cleared my throat, “It’s uh, a little kid movie. Disney,” I explained and understanding lit his expression. “Um, thanks again.” I turned to Abby who was finishing up her breakfast, “Let’s go, Abs, you’re making us late for school.”

  “I’m Ben by the way,” He called out to my back. “Ben Tyler.”

  I snorted to myself at the two first names- it somehow seemed appropriate for the handsome life-long bachelor, but ridiculous all the same.

  “Liz Carlson,” I called over my shoulder. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

  “Uh, the towels?” he shouted after me when we’d reached the gate.

  I turned around with a dropped mouth, thinking a hundred different vile things about my new neighbor. “Can’t we…. I….” I glanced down helplessly at my bare legs poking out of the bottom of the towel he’d just lent me.

  “Liz,” he laughed familiarly, and I tried not to resent him. “I’m just teasing. Bring them back whenever.”

  I growled something unintelligible that I hope sounded like “thank you” and spun on my heel, shoeing Abby onto the lawn between our houses.

  “Nice to meet you, neighbor,” He called out over the fence.

  “You too,” I mumbled, not even turning my head to look back at him.

  Obviously he was single and unattached. He was way too smug for his own good. I just hoped he would keep his gate locked and loud parties few and far between- he seemed like the type to throw frat party-like keggers and hire strippers for the weekend. I had a family to raise; a family that was quickly falling apart while I floundered to hold us together with tired arms. I didn’t need a nosy neighbor handing out Poptarts and sarcasm interfering with my life.