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others. “Why don’t you guys come over for dinner one evening next week?”
    Carole smiled. “If yer sure yer up tae it, Tuesday would be good. I finish late on Tuesday, so I never have time tae cook.”
    “Is Tuesday all right with ye, Luke?” Dave asked.
    “That’s fine. I’ll see you guys out.” He rose, determined to have more than a few words with Sara before the day was out. As cute as she was, she was just pushing all the wrong buttons and making life so much harder for the both of them. He didn’t know a thing about science-fiction.

     
     
     
     

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    Sara started unpacking the shopping. She put away the cans and packets, stacking them neatly in the cupboards.
    Luke came back in and unpacked the bedding and sweaters Carole had chosen. “Carole has good taste.” He handed Sara a large bag. “Here, this is for you.”
    Sara hesitated. “What is it?”
    “Open it, and find out.”
    Sara took the bag and peeked inside. Nestling within the gaudy plastic carrier bag, were two canvases, several brushes of different sizes, some oils, a sketchpad and a number of drawing pencils varying from B through HB to H.
    Wow . She gasped. “I can’t accept this.”
    “Constable Lomas told me you love painting, and I know you haven’t got anything with you.”
    “Leftenant, it’s too much. It’s a very kind thought, but I can’t accept it.”
    “I thought maybe you could do a painting of the beach using one of those photos you took. We could download them onto the new computer and print them off.”
    “I guess.” She drew in a deep breath, using that to change the subject. “Where are you going to put the computer?”
    “I thought the dining room. I can turn it into a study. Then I have to put a partially-written sci-fi book on it. Thanks for that, by the way.”
    “Any time,” she replied, stifling a grin.
    “You could have picked a better reason for us having a computer. Like using the net to talk to my family back home.”
    “And have Carole ask why you never leave the house to go to work? This gives you a reason to work from home. Do you want help to set it up?”
    “Thanks, but no. This way if I do it wrong, I only have myself to blame.”
     
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    Sara watched Luke set up the computer on the dining table and waited until he’d finished before saying what was on her mind. “It could do with a proper desk.”
    “This’ll work.” Luke finished connecting the leads and started loading the software. “Do you have the software for your camera?”
    “It’s upstairs. I’ll get it.”
    Sara went upstairs and into her bedroom. Rummaging through her things, she finally found the CD Luke needed and took it downstairs. She handed it to him. “I’ll make the other bed, Leftenant.”
    “You can take the master bedroom. The room I started off in last night will be fine for me.”
    “Where would you like me to take the master bedroom?”
    Luke raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
    Sara smiled. “You said to take it. That means pick it up, and move it. Like this. I’ll take your cup.” She picked it up and held it. “See. If, on the other hand, you mean I can have it, as in use it, then all right, if you’re sure, Leftenant.”
    “Positive. And stop calling me lieutenant. It’s Luke.”
    Sara placed the cup back on the table. Calling him Luke would complicate things, and life was complicated enough without anything added into the mix. She liked it when he called her Sara, but liking it didn’t make it right.
    She went into the kitchen and grabbed the bedding Carole had chosen. Taking it upstairs, she made up the bed for him, and then headed into her room to unpack. She hung her things in the wardrobe and placed the rest in the drawers. She sat on the bed and picked up Jamie’s photo again. It was so unfair.
    Twenty minutes later, a knock at the door broke her train of thought. “Come in.”
    Luke came in. “Hey. You all right?”
    Sara shook her head. “No.”
    “Do you want to