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Fiona had never forgotten, because that small accomplishment had meant everything to her; it had made her feel like she mattered. Now she wanted to give that same joy to someone else.
    An hour or so later, she wrapped up the gardening lesson and put her tools in the bucket before heading to the shed to store it for the next visit. As she approached the building, she noticed an older man emptying several trash cans, then transferring the garbage bags into a large dumpster. Squinting, she wondered if he was the ex-con Nora had told her about.
    As she closed and locked the shed’s storage doors, she saw Shea’s familiar braided pigtails out of the corner of her eye. Fiona turned to head in that direction, surprised she hadn’t seen her sister get up from the bench. Shea rarely got up when she was reading—she so easily lost track of time—so when Fiona realized what she was seeing now, she paused to stare.

    Shea was standing on the asphalt basketball court, her book at her feet and her earmuffs around her neck, as she moved her arms slowly around her body. She was imitating the large man standing in front of her, moving in a similar fashion.
    The extremely large man.
    Towering over her little sister.
    Fiona scrunched up her brows and took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart as she moved to close the gap between them. Shea always waited for her on the same bench with her nose buried in a book while Fiona did her gardening classes. Always. In the months since they had come back to Woodlawn, they’d never deviated from that routine.
    Shea wasn’t capable of deviation, yet somehow, with this stranger, she was.
    “Shea, honey, what’s going on?” Fiona reached her sister and placed a hand on each of her shoulders as she stopped behind her.
    Fiona narrowed her eyes at the large man; he had dropped his arms to his sides. Now that she was closer, she recognized him from her shop the other day. Everything about him had been impossible to forget, but she had no idea why he was near Shea or why Shea would even have agreed to interact with him.
    “Hey! It’s flower girl! Fiona, right?” His charming grin was surrounded by a dark brown scruff. It was those sparking blue eyes, though, that made her heart race for entirely new reasons.

    “Right. Pink daisies? Uh, Kevin?” She bit her lip, knowing full well she remembered his name but not wanting him to know she’d been thinking about him nonstop since his visit to her store.
    His lips twitched with amusement, and he lifted one brow as he stared back at her. “Close, but it’s actually Kieran.”
    “Nice to see you again, Kieran. What are you and Shea doing?” She went from polite to Mama Bear in seconds.
    Fiona glanced down at the little girl; Shea had picked up her book and resumed reading.
    “Oh, sorry. I guess you’re her mother, huh? You don’t look old enough to have your own business, let alone have an eight-year-old.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair.
    Fiona remembered how he had made a similar comment the other day, and how he had asked her out. She had said no then, and the answer was an even bigger no now.
    She took a protective stance as she stepped between him and Shea. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
    “Right, I was teaching her karate. The book she’s reading is about the history of karate, so I thought she might like the chance to learn how to do a bit of it. I’m helping out here doing some volunteering.” He looked sheepish. “I just started.”
    “Oh, I see.” Fiona looked to the little girl for confirmation. “Shea?”
    “Did you know that a sensei is a karate teacher?” Shea said. “And Kieran is one of those, but he mainly does mixed martial arts. Mixed martial arts has been around only since the 1980s, technically, but its roots can be traced all the way back to ancient Greek times. There was a combination grappling and striking skills sport by the Greeks that was very similar, but eventually