one finger. âIâm not really sure. But it might involve either risking our necks cleaning second-story gutters, or worse, grocery shopping.â
A little pop of breath jumped out of her like she couldnât hold it in. It wasnât quite a laugh, but it was a pleasant sound, one he hoped heâd get to hear again. She ran her fingers through her hair, dislodging that misbehaving strand over her ear, then fidgeted with the zipper on her sweater. She looked away, then back at him, then quickly away again.
She was every bit as unsure what to do with him as he was with her. Why hadnât he noticed before?
âTell you what, I donât want to find out what Jack would do if we donât get started looking for those antiques. So Iâll make you a deal. Come with me for a quick shopping trip, and Iâll buy you dinner.â
âDo I have to sit with you?â
âThatâs the generally accepted custom. But hey, if you want to sit by yourself, I wonât stop you.â
She rubbed her hands together, breathing quickly.
âSo? What do you say?â
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A re you going to get in?â By the time Seth opened the door of his truck, Marie had made it to the rear bumper. âWere you planning on walking to the antique store again?â
She nodded and shook her head at the same time, sending her hair whipping across her face. As she leaned forward, she took a matching step back, just confirming his suspicion. She did not want to go with him. Sheâd probably only agreed to make the shopping trip to get a free dinner.
When was the last time sheâd eaten a real meal?
She couldnât afford to lose any weight. Her elbows already poked at the sleeves of her jacket, her collarbone sticking out below her neckline.
Aunt Rose would have tried to fatten her up. Which was exactly what Jack would try to do too. Which meant that was what Seth would do as well.
âJust get in.â He sighed, pointing to the passenger side of the cab.
What was it with this girl? She couldnât stand up to a stiffwind and shook like a lost puppy in a thunderstorm. But she had no problem telling Jack that heâd picked out ugly paint colors.
Seth hadnât even been able to do that.
He couldnât afford to discourage his uncle, who needed every bit of support Seth could muster. Especially after Roseâs death more than a year before. So heâd been party to the dining room fiasco, slopping moss-green paint across the wide walls, cringing with every brushstroke.
Before his trip to Halifax, before heâd met Marie, Jack had been nearly ready to give up on Roseâs dream. Ready to throw in the hammer, close up the inn, and retire in a quiet Phoenix suburb.
Ready to leave Seth with only that empty apartment as home.
He couldnât let that happen. He wasnât ready to go back toâ
âCalifornia. Is that where youâre from?â Marieâs question barely made it across the bench seat of his pickup. Her fists grabbed the old fabric, twisting into the cushion as she tried to pull herself up.
He almost offered to help after watching her struggle for several long moments. Finally she jumped far enough to wrench herself the rest of the way into her seat.
When she settled in and slammed the door, he rolled out of the driveway, pulling onto the road lined with classic and refurbished homes to the right. A fishing boat in the bay to his left wove between rows of mussel-sock markers, the late afternoon sun glistening on the ripples in the vesselâs wake.
As they reached the stop sign at the end of the road, he finally responded to her question. âHowâd you know about California?â
âYour license plate.â
Right. And sheâd probably noticed the outline of the decals that heâd pulled off of the doors too. He wasnât the best contractor in Southern California anymore. He was just handy with a hammer in North Rustico, middle
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