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ate out at fancy restaurants all the time and didn’t think a thing of it, unlike Faith, who hadn’t eaten anywhere without a ninety-nine cent menu until her first fire station holiday party.
    Mick shook his head. “Some people dress up, but you don’t have to. I’ve seen families there in t-shirts and jeans.”
    “Okay.” Faith forced a smile, determined to stop reading too much into things. The whole point of a casual relationship, after all, was to enjoy herself without having to stress and she was going to have a good time, by God, or die trying.
    “Then let’s hit it,” she said. “I’m starving. I ran nine miles today, and I think my stomach is about to start digesting my pancreas.”
    Mick laughed, holding the door open for her as they passed out into the cool night and headed down the stairs to the street.
    “We wouldn’t want that,” Mick said as they turned onto the sidewalk and headed toward Main. “I hear you need your pancreas for…reasons I can’t remember.”
    “For digestion.” Faith nudged him in the side with her elbow. “I thought you said you had a college degree.”
    “I do,” he said. “But it’s in computer programming. I could hack into your medical records, but my understanding of human anatomy is pretty remedial.”
    Faith glanced up at him, brows furrowing. “So how do you go from getting a degree in computer programming to working as a carpenter and handy man?”
    He shrugged, his gaze falling to the cracked sidewalk beneath their feet. “I don’t know. By the time I finished school, I was feeling pretty burned out. I needed some time to relax, work with my hands—get back to basics, you know?”
    Faith nodded. “Yeah. I get it. I think I’d stab myself in the eye if I had to sit in front of a computer all day.”
    Mick laughed. “Exactly. Wish I’d figured that out in time to change my major, but… Whatever. A degree is a degree, and something to fall back on if I need to down the road.”
    “So, do you think you’re going to stay in Summerville long-term?” she asked, telling herself she didn’t care one way or the other.
    “I think so,” Mick said. “It’s home, and my family is here. That’s started to seem more important. When Maddie and Naomi were going through their hard times this year, I was glad I could be there for them.”
    “It’s good to be there when people need you,” Faith agreed. “Though sometimes I wish my family was a little less needy, but it could be worse, I could still have to live under the same roof with them.”
    Mick nodded. “Relatives—a blessing and a curse.”
    “It’s mostly my mom,” Faith said, slowing as they reached the restaurant. “She’s always mid-crisis. But she’s been in New Orleans with her latest loser since the week before Christmas so… I don’t know. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually starting to miss her.”
    “Nothing wrong with missing your mama.” Mick opened the door for her, letting his arm slip around her waist as they moved toward the hostess station. “I’m missing mine too. She and Dad have been in Florida since November.”
    Mick turned to give his name to the hostess, and Faith allowed herself a brief moment to relish how nice it felt to have his arm around her. They’d said no holding hands in public, but they hadn’t said anything about arms around waists. This was probably acceptable, and at the very least, not a violation of their agreement.
    Even if it were, you wouldn’t say a word. You’re weak, Miller. At this rate you’ll be stripping that sweater off of him with your teeth by ten o’clock tonight.
    Faith bit her lip and willed herself to put some distance between her and Mick, but then the hostess motioned for them to follow her through the restaurant and it seemed easier to let Mick’s arm stay where it was until they sat down.
    Once they were seated—at a candlelit table in a cozy corner of the darkened restaurant that Faith refused to