Cassidy raised her eyebrows. “You think so?”

“So what happened to the anorexic blonde?”

Cassidy laughed. “You must mean Claudia. She…well, she wasn’t really my type. I ended that.”

“And the tall brunette?”

Cassidy frowned, then nodded. “Oh…Larson.”

“Interesting name. What happened with her?”

“Yeah. She was a little…well, she called me old…in so many words. But she was very complimentary about it.”

“She called you old, but it was a compliment?”

“She said I had a nice body for my age and that nothing was sagging yet.”

“Oh my God.”

Cassidy wiggled her eyebrows. “Well, I don’t really have enough to sag,” she said, pointing at her chest. “I was told that yesterday.”

Laura refused to stare at her breasts. And why should she? She’d seen her at the pool, naked. She had nice breasts. Small, but nice. At least from a distance. It wasn’t like she’d had her binoculars trained on her. And that was a damn shame. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs. “So really…where do you find all these women? The only time I go out is when friends set me up on blind dates.”

Cassidy gave her a flirty smile. “What? Do you want to share?”

“God, no. Like I said, you have bad taste. I’m just wondering where you find them. They’re all thin, pretty…girlie. If you like that sort of thing. I don’t,” she added quickly.

“I meet them through mutual friends, at parties. Some blind dates too, which I hate.”

“Me too. They’re the worst.”

“Some are straight.”

“That’s creepy.”

Cassidy smiled. “They’re being adventurous.”

“They’re being stupid.”

“Okay, yeah, they are. But at least we got that out of the way. You know…I’m gay, you’re gay.”

“And you have horrible taste in women.”

Cassidy laughed again. “If you say so.” Laura watched her watch a male cardinal at the feeder. “The flowers you did for me look good.” Cassidy turned back to her. “What else do you have planned?”

“That small flowerbed was something I put in so you’d have some color when you came this weekend. Begonias. Nothing fancy. I think you need at least two more—larger ones— in the front.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I was thinking some sort of planters out by the pool would be nice, but I didn’t know how much you wanted to spend. Those large pots are quite expensive. I was thinking I could fill them with something that would flow over the sides, like portulacas—moss rose—or purslane or something like that. Those flowers will last all summer long.”

Cassidy waved her hand in the air. “Whatever you think. Flowers out by the pool would look good. How much do I owe you so far?”