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“You’re trying out women the same way you would try on a pair of cowboy boots.”

“Well, she has to fit, doesn’t she?” Zach asked. “Just like a pair of boots need to fit. Otherwise I’d set the boots aside and never wear them. And I sure couldn’t do that to a woman. Not after I married her and then found out the fit was all wrong.”

Groaning, she looked up at the sky and shook her head. “I see. It’s not about the approach, but all about the fit.”

“Hey, you got it, Lydia! That’s exactly right. How is it that you understand me so well?”

She looked at him, a wan smile tilting her lips. “Just lucky, I guess.”

He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’m the one who’s lucky, Lydia. Lucky to have found a good friend like you.”

She eased her hand from his and quickly began gathering the leftovers of her lunch.

“We’d better be going, Zach. It’s time for me to get back to the office.”

A little stung by her abrupt attitude, he stared at her. “Lydia, did I say something wrong?”

Without looking at him, she rose to her feet. “No. You said everything right.”

Then why did he feel like the sky had just clouded over?

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