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  “Yes, isn’t it nice?” Kate pulled him down with her and snuggled next to him. “She dumped her fiancé for him and they’re getting married. They’re so happy. And Penny says he’s great in bed.”

  Jake moved away from her a little. “Yeah, but can he sink a boat?”

  “Oh, go to sleep,” she said and pulled him close to her with a little more force than necessary. He kissed her forehead and held her tightly until she finally fell into a restless sleep.

  When Jake woke up the next morning, she was gone. He pulled on his jeans and went down to the lake and found her sitting on the stony shore, staring out across the green water.

  “You know this lake fetish you have is beginning to worry me. Should I put an aquarium in the bedroom?”

  Kate turned her head and looked at him. “I guess I’m going back to the city.”

  Jake looked at her for a long moment. “I know,” he said. He sat down gingerly beside her on the stones and stared out at the lake.

  “And I don’t suppose you’re coming,” Kate said, trying to keep her tone light.

  “No.”

  Kate swallowed. “I’ll stay here. If that’s what you want.”

  “And do what?” Jake turned his head to face her. “Even if every business in Toby’s Corners hired you as a management consultant, you’d be done in a week. Two, at most.” He shook his head. “I thought about this last night while I watched you with Nancy and Will. You were amazing. And you were so happy.” He smiled ruefully at her. “I hate it, but there’s nothing for you here.”

  “Well, there’s you,” Kate said, and Jake laughed.

  “Yeah. There’s me.” He turned away. “It’s not enough.”

  “You might let me decide what’s enough for me,” Kate said tartly.

  “Okay.” Jake faced her again. “Is it enough? Think of all those long days here with nothing to do.”

  “Well, I’m thinking about the long nights with you, too,” Kate said.

  “Yeah.” Jake turned away and squinted up at the sun. “But the physical stuff doesn’t last.” He picked up a stone and skated it across the water.

  “I beg your pardon?” Kate glared at him. “We are more than just ‘physical stuff.’”

  “We don’t know that,” Jake said. “After a week? We don’t know that.”

  “So all you think of me as is a great lay,” Kate said.

  “Well, of course not,” Jake said, and then he added, “But I do think it’s too soon to start giving up careers—”

  “Or taking up one,” Kate snapped, suddenly overwhelmed with frustration and anger.

  “What?”

  “You’ve been retired for five years now. Isn’t it about time you got back in the game?”

  “I don’t want back in the game,” Jake said. “I want to stay here and—”

  “Float on the lake? It’s too late. Your boat sank.” Kate felt all her repressed anger tighten in her chest. Be calm, she told herself. There’s no reason to get upset.

  This is a civilized conversation between two civilized people.

  “I keep thinking,” she said, “of what Will said last night. To Valerie.”

  “I don’t want to talk about that,” Jake said crossly. “I don’t want to fight about that again.”

  “She said, ‘Just like that,’ and he said, ‘It was always like that.’” Kate looked at him. “That’s us, isn’t it?”

  “No,” Jake said. “I love you.” He swallowed. “I think.” He tried again. “I just don’t...” He paused, searching for the right words.

  “I know,” Kate said, gritting her teeth. “I know everything you don’t. You don’t want to go back to work. You don’t want to be hassled. You don’t want to get married. Everything with you is a negative. Every sentence about the future starts with ‘I don’t.’”

  “Look,” Jake said, annoyed. “I never pretended to be anything different.”

  “That’s pretty much what Will said last night. Now tell me the one thing we’ve got going for us is honesty.”

  “What do you want, Kate?” Jake asked tiredly.

  “I want a career and a husband. No,” she said as he started to speak. “I want a career and you as my husband. No substitutions.”

  “Well, you can’t have it,” Jake said. “I’m not going back to any city, and I’m not going back to work. And you’re not going to find enough work here to keep you happy.” He looked over at her for a moment and then he smiled without humor. “They lied to you, kid. You can’t have it all.”

  “At least I’m trying to get it,” she said. “I’m not rolling over and playing dead.”

  “Kate,” Jake began, but she overrode him.

  “You know, all that drivel about you wanting the simple life out here, that’s garbage. You don’t want the simple life, because you don’t want anything. You don’t want anything because you’re afraid to want anything. All you know is the safe stuff, the stuff you don’t want.”

  “Hey,” Jake said. “You’re not exactly doing all that great with your own life, sweetie.”

  “At least I’m trying,” Kate shot back. “At least I’m still in the game. No wonder you defended Will last night. He was doing a gold-medal performance in your favorite sport—running away.” She stood and dusted off the seat of her pants while she glared down at him. “I’m so mad at you, I could kill you. And at the same time, I love you so much, I can’t stand it” She shook her head at him, so angry that she could hardly speak. “You could come to work in the city if you wanted to. You could in a minute. And you’d love it. You know you would. You did once. You did last night. I saw you working on those plans. I saw how interested you were. Everybody saw it. We could have it all, damn it. You make me so mad....” Kate gritted her teeth to keep the scream that was rising in the back of her throat.

  “Why don’t we wait until you’ve calmed down...” Jake began reasonably, and Kate did scream.

  “What the hell?” Jake surged to his feet and reached for her, and she stepped back, glaring at him with red-eyed intensity.

  “Don’t you ever patronize me,” she snapped. “Don’t you ever imply that we’re arguing because I’m out of control.”

  “Well, hell, you’re acting like a banshee,” Jake said. “What am I supposed to do?”

  “You’re supposed to answer me,” Kate yelled.

  “You’re supposed to tell me how you feel, get mad at me, do anything but sit there looking like some good ol‘ boy Buddha with all the answers.”

  “Buddha?” Jake said. “I know you think I’m godlike, but Buddha?”

  “It won’t work.” Kate took another step back. “I’m not going to play any more word games with you. That’s part of our problem. We were so good at being cute together, we never bothered to be real.” Kate shook her head. “I love playing around with you, Jake, but I want real life, too.”

  “Kate, does everything have to be a damned soap opera? Can’t we just be us together?” Jake gestured helplessly.

  “No,” Kate said. “We don’t even know what ‘us’ is. You don’t even know who you are. Or what you want to be when you grow up.” She glared at him as her anger started to well up again. “And it’s time to decide, Jake, because you’re up.”

  “You know—” Jake said, glaring back at her, so mad he had to start his sentence over again. “You know who you’re starting to remind me of?”

  “Let me guess,” Kate snapped back. “Tiffany. Valerie. Every woman you’ve ever known who didn’t roll over and say, ‘Gee, Jake, it’s wonderful that you’re wasting an incredible mind and a great education by staring into the lake.’ Every woman who ever looked at you and made it obvious that she thought you were turning into a vegetable. You know why you hate all of us so much, Jake?”

  “Because you’re pushy, scheming, manipulative, power-mad bitches?”

  “No,” Kate said evenly. “Because you know we’re right” She turned on her heel and strode back to the cabin.

  “The