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    Jesse didn’t linger. He turned and shuffled to the door. He stopped when his hand turned the knob and gave a look of kind consideration to Marcie. “Do you need anything Marcie?”
    She blinked and moved away from the wall. This compassion, for some reason, pulled a little in her heart. It was foolish really. But it meant something. She darted a quick glance at Sam. He, too, looked thoughtfully. “I thank you. I don’t know what I need?”
    Sam flushed and firmed his lips as he stalked across the room like a man secure on his feet. He handed more bills to Jesse. “Get her a new shirt, toothbrush, some essentials. I don’t know what else. You have a wife.”
    “So did you, don’t mean I know what she needs nor pay no mind to what she buys.” Jesse tucked the money in his pocket and went out the door. “I’ll do my best.”
    Sam patted Jesse’s back. “Thanks, Jesse.” Jesse left. Sam rested his palm against the closed door, watching her with those mesmerizing blue eyes.
    “Let me get your room done up for you.” He continued on into the only bedroom, walking slower, putting his lean linebacker body into each step. He filled the doorway when he passed through it. And she was glad he didn’t see the dreamy clouds that came into her eyes.
    He was so much the shabby fallen angel, confident, oozing with integrity and quite the package. She lingered in the doorway, watching while he pulled bedding from a cupboard and made the double bed.
    “Why didn’t you go for coffee with that doctor when she asked you?” She instantly colored, wishing she could take back the words.
    He froze while hunched over to tuck the sheet under the mattress and then slowly turned his head toward her.
    Marcie shuffled her feet. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business. I just … you took me in; you don’t know me—and you didn’t turn your back on me. You were concerned for me. You turned her down flat without even considering it.”
    He flicked the top sheet over the mattress and folded stiff hospital corners. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. “Only creeps do that sugar. It’s not even a consideration in my mind to act that way when I’m with another woman who’s flat-out hurt.” He arranged a blanket on the bed and plumped a pillow. “Bathroom’s around the corner if you want to get cleaned up before Jesse’s back with dinner.” Sam directed her with a nod.
    “Would you mind if I had a quick bath?”
    “Not at all, I’ll get you a towel.”
    Marcie followed Sam. He pulled a towel from the linen cupboard and placed it on the worn, chipped counter in the apartment style bathroom. He paused for a moment. Sadness lurked in his eyes when he touched a hairbrush, lying neatly assembled, with cream, lotion, shampoo and assorted makeup. He closed his eyes tight, as if blocking out some painful emotion waging war inside of him. “Use whatever stuff you need here.” He didn’t tarry, but crossed over the threshold and pulled the door closed.
    Marcie didn’t know what to make of this. But she remembered Jesse’s comment before he left. Sam used to have a wife. If so, was this hers, and what happened to her?

Chapter Six
    Jesse returned shortly after Marcie finished with a quick bath. Her mind full of questions regarding Sam’s wife because it was obvious she remained a ghost in this apartment, still had a prominent place in his life.
    Jesse dumped three plastic bags on the kitchen counter. Sam put away enough food to keep them fed for a few days. Burgers and greasy fries tempted Marcie’s stomach. It grumbled from the savory aroma.
    They gathered around the living room coffee table, downing burgers, fries and a soda. Well the soda was for Marcie; Sam and Jesse opted for beer.
    “Drinking on the job, or are you off shift?”
    Jesse took a deep swig from a bottle of beer. “You’ve been away too long. You know things are done a little different down here. Besides it’s just one.” Jessie belched. “Oh