"And I don't know what the point is. No matter what we say, that doesn't change that you're leaving and all things we'd talked about for the summer ar...n't going to happen." No, they aren't, but why can't we try something else?" Ryan felt desperate and hoped it didn't tell too much in her voice. "Why can't you meet me a couple of times while we're traveling?" She held up a hand before he could answer; they were going back to the same arguments. "No, never mind." Hey, where are you going?" Back. He'd stepped into unfamiliar territory by needing others to help him through that. Not others. Her. Through this entire nightmare he was faced with one undeniable truth. He had needed Elizabeth Keen - and she had been there for him. She had sat with him as he'd cried, prepared meals for him that he'd barely touched, made sure he got his concussion checked, and had held him together. Literally... The memory of her holding him tight as he'd sobbed wasn't one he'd soon forget. He'd been. .. Two eggs over easy, hash browns, wheat toast - dry, and one cup of decaf." The request was a simple one, number seven on her mental list of twelve hundred and twenty-four possible combinations.Marcella noted the order on her pad and turned to go, just as she had done every morning for... How long had it been? Behind her, the elderly customer made some comment in a pleasant voice, but his words didn't register.The question came back to haunt her all through the morning, and she wondered. So, I needed to hire someone to be the salesperson. I thought it had to be a woman, because customers are always more likely to buy more produce if the there is a lady there.I knew just the right person to do the job. She was my old class mate. She wasn't my girlfriend or anything, I just knew her from school. Now she was thirty something, very sexy and attractive. I hired her and she was selling produce in my store for about a month. We had to have regular meetings when she would give me the.