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table and something whipped and snapped. He didn't call for her, so she set her teeth together and grabbed her broom.
    How long did this take? She swept over the floor, going faster rather than carefully as she piled dirt in the center and moved it along to the far wall. She turned for her dust pan and spotted his thick build leaning against the doorway. Solid thighs and hips. He was no lanky man. The long-sleeved, blue work shirt he'd walked in wearing was gone and he was back down to another tight t-shirt. This one was complete with a few burn holes over his chest.
    She reached for her jaw and dustpan. Both were on the floor. "I just need to pick this up."
    He nodded. "Whenever you're done."
    In that case, she hurried, got half of it and flicked the rest away with her broom to hide it. Little dirt on the floor that couldn't even been seen wasn't going to kill anyone. She dumped the dirt off in the trash and did her best not to run through her own store. He was being all cool and casual and laid back. She leaned the broom against the wall and wiped her hands off on a rag. "I'm anxious to see what you've done."
    "It's not the best thing, but I think it'll help you out."
    She turned the corner and instead of seeing her sink on the opposite side of the room, a pink shower curtain hung from the thing he'd brought in. She covered her lips. "You brought me a shower rod."
    "More than that." His brows dipped and he moved past her to the thing. He pushed the curtain aside and pointed at shelves down by the floor. "Steps to get in and out."
    "Oh." So not where she was going with that.
    He grabbed the frame against the wall. "And this is sturdy, so be sure to hold it when you get in and out so you don't slip. He pointed at a hook along that same piece. "Hang a towel or whatever there."
    Her fingertips bumped over the black metal of the shower rod and her breath tore out of her throat. "You made this?"
    A single shoulder lifted and he looked away. His gaze dropped in that way right after he paid for ice cream and was seconds from heading out the door. "It's rough on the welds, I'm—”
    "I love it."
    He looked back to her. "Really?"
    "Yes." She walked around, grabbed the frame as he pointed out and stepped up. It didn't rock or even shake a little. "I don't know what to say. Nobody has ever gone through this kind of trouble for me before."
    "It wasn't any trouble." He pushed the curtain all the way open. It swooshed along the upper bar in a semicircle and gathered at the wall. He pointed at a high shelf to one side of the frame. "A place to put bottles. I was going to put something to hold the shower head, but I wasn't sure how much reach it had. And going from memory, I didn't know about the angle and I didn't want to get it wrong."
    She touched the plastic curtain. "I can't believe you did this for me."
    He nodded and pushed his hands in his pockets. "Well, it wasn't just for you. That's what I want to do. Be a welder. I need more practice and this was an idea to practice on."
    She eased to the top step. This thing was so sturdy, she could hang shirts from it if she could keep the water spray off everything. "I'm touched. Thank you."
    He cleared his throat and lifted the curtain. "You might have to trim the bottom up a couple feet so that you can drape it inside the sink while you shower and you won't step on it."
    But if it was long, she could store stuff under the sink and it wouldn't show with the curtain closed. Not that anyone was around to see it, but still. She caught his gaze. "Good point."
    On the top step, she was eye to eye with him. She tried really hard not to cry, but crap. Water was clouding up her sight. For months it seemed she'd been on her own. Then somehow, she’d found Whitney to lend a friendly hand and now him.
    He frowned. "Is something wrong?"
    She sniffed and tried to suck it all up. She stroked her hand down the frame that was also a safety hold as she eased down the steps. "No. Not at all. Thank you just