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could think about hiring seasonal help then."

Sighing, Margo handed the metal detector back to Kate. "The business is
doing better than any of us anticipated. Don't you think it's time to
loosen up?"

"No." Kate switched the machine back on. "We haven't been open a full
year yet. You start taking on outside help, you've got social security,
withholding, unemployment."

"Well, yes, but--"

"I can start helping out on Saturdays if necessary, and I've got my
vacation time coming up." Work, she thought again. Work and don't think.
"I can give Pretenses a couple of weeks full time."

"Kate, a vacation means white-sand beaches, Europe, a sordid affair--not
clerking in a shop."

Kate merely raised an eyebrow.

"I forgot who I was talking to," Margo muttered. "The original
all-work-and-no-play girl."

"That was always to balance you, the quintessential all-play girl.
Anyway, I'm a one-third owner of Pretenses. I believe in protecting my
investments." She scowled at the ground, kicked it. "Hell, there's not
even a bottle cap to give us a little beep and thrill here."

"Are you feeling all right?" Margo's eyes narrowed, looked closer. "You
look a little washed out." And frail, she realized. Frail and edgy. "If
I didn't know better I'd say you were the one who was pregnant."

"That would be a good trick since I haven't had sex in what feels like
the last millennium."

"Which could be why you seem edgy and washed out." But she didn't grin.
"Really, Kate, what's going on?"

She wanted to say it, spill out all of it. Knew if she did she would
find comfort, support, loyalty--whatever she needed. My problem, she
reminded herself.

"Nothing." Kate made herself look down her nose disdainfully. "Except
I'm the one doing all the work and my arms are falling off while you sit
on your rock and pose for a Glamorous Mothers-to-Be photo shoot." She
rotated her shoulders. "I need a break."

Margo studied her friend for another moment, tapping her fingers on her
knee. "Fine. I'm hungry anyway. Let's see what Mum packed." Opening the