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internal alarm that sent his charm into overdrive. And while there was no hostility between them anymore, Michael could still drive Lacy crazy.
    “This is my former roommate, Kimber.”
    “Let me guess: you and Lacy met in prison,” Michael said.
    “Work release,” Kimber clarified.
     
    “Go bother the other kids now, Michael. The grownups are taking a tour,” Lacy said.
    “As you wish,” Michael said and ambled back to his store.
     
    “He’s fun,” Kimber declared.
    “He thinks so,” Lacy said. She shoved Michael out of her mind and gave Kimber the grand tour of the StakelyBuilding, introducing her to the vendors. Except for the introductions, Kimber was quiet as they made their perusal. She waited to speak until they were back outside.
    “Okay, I’ll admit that was pretty cool. All of those vendors are implants?”
    “Everyone except Cindy,” Lacy said. “I’ve been talking to more of the locals about some ideas. We have room for so many more people; I think we need more artists.”
    “Lacy,” Kimber warned.
    “What?” Lacy asked.
    “I’m not moving back here. Ever.”
    “Why do you automatically assume I mean you? I know other artists, and so does Michael. He’s been instrumental in getting the word out to bring people in.” She owed him a lot, and she was puzzled by that. Michael was a newcomer who showed no interest in the town, except for the StakelyBuilding. In that area, his commitment and passion matched hers. He brainstormed with her, brought suggestions of his own, and attended town council meetings when Stakely business was being discussed. Of course more business for the StakelyBuilding meant more business for his guitar shop, but she sensed his interest went deeper than financial. Despite his constant teasing, they had become friends, but he still remained a bit of a mystery.
     
    “You’re calculating, I can tell,” Kimber said, drawing Lacy back to the present.
    “You’re paranoid,” Lacy said. “Have I mentioned a word about you moving back here? No. By the way, how is Andy?” Andy was a friend from college, one whom Kimber’d had a crush on since freshman year. They lived in the same city, though Kimber was too proud to ever admit she had followed him there.
    “Andy is still Andy. He’s great. We spend most of our weekends together, platonically. He really gets me, you know? When I dropped out of med school and started sculpting, Andy was the only person who didn’t suggest therapy, present company excluded. Thanks for that, by the way. I really appreciate your support. My parents certainly didn’t understand how I could set aside a promising career in medicine to be a sculptor.”
    Lacy hadn’t either. But at the time, she had been so mixed up that it had seemed hypocritical to offer unsolicited advice. Not that Kimber would have taken it, anyway. There was a time when Kimber had been a world-class people pleaser. After figuring out who she was and what she wanted, she now leaned the other direction. Pride or anger tended to make her contrary.
    “I would love to see some of your stuff in person sometime,” Lacy said. “I have a feeling that the internet doesn’t do it justice.”
    Kimber brightened. “Come for a visit. Andy misses you, too.”
    “That would be great, but I’ve been so busy lately. Maybe you could bring some of your pieces here.”
    Kimber stopped short and planted her hands on her hips. “Lacy, I am not moving back here. Ever.”
    “How does me wanting to see your work equal an invitation to move back home?”
    “I know you,” Kimber said and faltered. “Or I used to. Something is definitely different with you. Tonight, you’re going to spill your guts until I figure out what it is.”
    “That sounds delightful. But first, we have the reunion party.”
    Kimber’s expression turned bleak. “Oh, that.” She clutched furtively at Lacy’s arm. “It’s not still going to be like high school, is it?”
    “No, of course it’s