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mouth, I didn’t want to be with anyone else.  It had been months and I wasn’t remotely interested in another lover.  I glanced up at the doorway and grabbed my phone, opening up a text message.
     
    To: Char
                Have you gotten bored with Joey?
     
    I hit send and waited, glancing to the side as Patrick came back into the room and settled in one of the arm chairs across from where I sat with a grin.
     
    “Is it good?” he asked.  I shook my head.
     
    “It’s really good, the French toast is so buttery!”  I said as my phone vibrated.
     
    To: Me
                I’m sorry, have you met my husband?
     
    I chuckled to myself as I hit reply.
     
    “Who are you texting over there?”  Patrick asked.
     
    “Charlotte.  I just needed to ask her something.  It won’t be a long conversation.”  I didn’t want to take anything away from our time together, but for some reason her answer was very important to me right then.
     
    “No worries, we aren’t really doing anything right now.  Take your time,” Patrick said with a wink that made me grin.
     
    To: Char
              Come on, I’m serious!
     
    Her response this time around was almost instant.
     
    To: Me
Bored, not even slightly.  Annoyed, occasionally.  Never bored.  But you have to work to keep it exciting, Jacinta.  Go buy a copy of the Kama Sutra and try out the ones that don’t look like they cause injury.  Surprise him with sudden gifts.  That kind of thing.  A relationship takes work in a lot of ways, this is one of them.
     
    I glanced up at the surprise breakfast in bed that I’d just received.  Relationships take work, like sudden surprise breakfasts in bed and the like.  That actually made sense to me.  And I was totally willing to work to keep what Patrick and I had fun and exciting for both of us.  Not because I thought I might walk away, but because I didn’t want him to.  Was that what love was?  Being more concerned about your significant other than yourself?  Not being selfish anymore because you’ve finally met someone who makes you want to be better?
     
    I shoved a bite of egg into my mouth as I thought.
     
    “Okay, what deep and profound thing are you and Charlotte talking about over there?”  Patrick asked, bringing me back around.  I blinked at him for a moment.
     
    “What do you mean?  What makes you think it’s something deep and profound?” 
     
    “Because you stared at your eggs for two minutes, took one bite and then stared off into the distance for another five minutes in complete silence.” He chuckled.  “I probably could have started waving and you wouldn’t have seen it.”
     
    “Oh.  Sorry about that.”
     
    “So? What was it?  Or am I not allowed to know?”
     
    “We were just talking about how you’re worth it,” I said with a smirk.  Patrick frowned, clearly amused by that answer.
     
    “Worth what?”
     
    “Everything.”  I went back to eating my eggs.
     
    A few hours later, after deciding to go out to Joey and Char’s house, Char and I stood together in the kitchen, seasoning the food to put out on the grill.  Patrick and Joey were out in the garage with Coach, looking at his car and laughing loudly over a few beers.  Well, Joey and Coach had beers, Patrick had soda.  I’d noticed that Joey always made sure that there was something there for Patrick to drink.
     
    “Is Izzy coming to help us grill?”  I asked.
     
    “Hey!  We can grill on our own, damn it.  Plus, she said she had other plans today,” Char said.  I put the seasoned steak onto the wooden block that she’d been using to beat the living crap out of them, otherwise known as tenderizing, and picked up an unseasoned steak.
     
    “But she is so much better at this than we are,” I said with a laugh.  Char snorted.
     
    “True.  Joey started the grill for us before he, Patrick and Coach went into the garage.  He said to come