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doesn't seem like enough."
    He lifted a shoulder and turned in the room. "I need the practice and the metal is all spare from work and free to take. Anything else you need?"
    Not only helped her, but was willing to do more. She caught her breath. "I didn't even know I needed this, but I'm so thankful to have it."
    "If you can't splash in the shower, not much point in taking one."
    She pushed hair back and nodded. "You have a point."
    He rubbed the back of his head and looked away to the side. "I'm going to go. Work comes early tomorrow."
    "Yeah. At least after that is Thanksgiving."
    He nodded. "Absolutely. I’ll be off Thursday and I'm just on call Friday in case something comes in. Day after a holiday during hunting season is usually slow."
    "Good. We can all use some rest."
    "If you think of something else you need in here, just let me know. I...need the practice." He lifted the bag that she now saw had tools in it and hung it on his shoulder.
    She could probably come up with a dozen things he could make if she thought about it long enough. She'd looked at hundreds of those homes people were making out of small spaces and she could no doubt make a list off of that. But she wouldn't. Asking for something was one thing. It wasn’t special like her new shower he'd created. That, and she didn't want him coming around just to make her stuff. It'd be cool to have him around to just to talk or possibly more. "Do you want some ice cream?"
    He rubbed his belly. "I'm okay. Thanks."
    "Oh, okay." She pushed her hands in her back pockets. "Well, thank you. I guess I’ll see you Thursday."
    That's what they'd said three days ago and here he was. On Tuesday. So, maybe repeating the same line was good luck to see him again tomorrow?
    "I'll be there all day."
    "Me, too." Or she really didn't know. All Whitney had said was to come eat with them. She didn't know a whole lot about the Chesters, but from what she'd seen so far, they didn't go halfway on anything. An all-day event for a big holiday like Thanksgiving sounded about right. "Let me walk you to the front so I can lock up behind you."
    He nodded. "Please. Does anyone know you're staying here like this?"
    "Whitney does."
    His brows dipped and eyes searched her. "And you've got her number, right?"
    "Yes. Her cell and Chester House."
    "Okay. Good." He nodded and stepped away. The intensity that had just been rolling off him disappeared as he got further away. "Just want to make sure you have somewhere you can call if there's trouble."
    "Yes. I have two numbers." She lifted a shoulder. He was getting closer to the door. Then she’d be alone. When all this started a few months ago, it'd been crazy exciting. Living on her own. Out there doing her thing when people said she couldn't. Now it was lonely. "Three numbers seem like better odds. Just in case. Three’s a charm, they say."
    "They do say that." He grinned and reached for a piece of paper.
    It was a receipt. She didn't care and handed him a pen. "I appreciate it."
    He nodded as he wrote. "Anytime you need something, just call. I'm only a few blocks away." He lifted a shoulder. "Closer than Whitney, actually."
    She touched over the paper. "I'll keep that in mind."
    She walked with him the last little bit to the front door and her belly was practically dancing. Not just some soft sway either, but a leg-kicking line dance. He was tall at her side. The swing of his arm as he walked almost brushed against her. They were at the door and she turned the key to let him out, as much as she didn't want to.
    He stepped out and turned back with one foot halfway out the door. "Do you want a ride to the farm on Thursday?"
    "Sure."
    "I'm getting there early. Around nine and I'll be there all day." He lifted that same shoulder. "I can run you back into town, of course, if you need to leave early."
    "All day sounds fun." She glanced around at the empty shop. What else did she have besides coming back here to be alone? She couldn't drive out to her