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As she moved to hang up the phone, she heard Royce call out, “You fire me every week!”

She and Sheila sat there staring at each other for a few seconds. The woman wasn’t even trying to hide her smile.

Jenna cleared her throat and sarcastically said, “I’m sure the boys will all forget about this momentarily.”

“They’ll be dressing as matching German Shepherds for every Halloween party from here until the year 2042.”

With a heavy sigh, Jenna turned to her computer and pulled up Sheila’s account.

There was no use arguing with her.

The boys absolutely would.

Chapter Twelve

“I don’t understand,” Jenna murmured. “How did you know what to do?”

Lucas was standing stark against the sunset colors in the sky, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders and triceps flexed with the stance. He was staring at the flatbed truck she’d been working on. “I missed a spot under that fender,” he pointed out.

“It looks better than when I wash it!” She shook her head. “Wait, wait, wait, so you drove all the way back here while I was at work, and you took a chore off my plate?”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he told her, and there was truth in his tone. He truly didn’t believe this was a big task, but to her? It meant so much.

“Now, it’ll be dry when we drive it to town and won’t get the water spots and attract the dirt…” She walked around it slowly. This was a three-year-old silver Ram that a man had commissioned her to attach a flatbed to as soon as he’d paid it off. He worked for one of the lumberyard customers and lived in town.

Lucas had been fifteen minutes early to pick her up. Apparently while she’d been sorting through her workday, he had driven all the way back, helped Kru put an entire new roof on his mobile home, and then pulled the truck out of her dirty shop, washed it sparkling clean, and if she had to guess, he had towel dried it too. She loved surprises, and this had been completely unexpected. It touched her heart.

“Okay,” she said.

“You’re not mad I went in your shop without an invite?”

Jenna shrugged and shook her head. “My nest I’m territorial about, but my shop has always been an open door for the boys to use it back when I was still in Ashe Crew territory. In fact, now that I’m gone, they’ve probably completely taken over my old shop. One week, and I bet all their stuff is in there. You took work off me.”

“Yep. Happy to.”

“And you took work off Kru.”

“He’s so fuckin’ weird.”

A huffed laugh escaped her. “So weird.”

Lucas came to stand beside her and crossed his arms. “He’s kind of funny,” he said low.

“Sometimes he is,” she agreed.

“And he’s handy. He had all the supplies for the roof and was up there like a freaking billy goat, like he had done a thousand roofs before.”

“Oh, Cadence said he was the one who got all these mobile homes up and running before we started moving into Smashland.”

He snorted a laugh. “Smashland. I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume Kru came up with that.”

“And built the dang sign for it. Okay! So now I have time to go change into something a little different for our friend-date.”

He dipped his head once. “If you want to, but you look hot in that outfit.”

She looked up at him and as always, his smile was soft and his eyes honest. He was good at giving compliments, but he didn’t blow smoke. He said the kind things he thought. In her heart, she believed there was value in a person who did that. His mom did that often too, and it had passed to her son.

“I’ll be ready soon,” she told him, and then hesitated, because, well, she’d been thinking about their kiss all day. “Listen, earlier in your truck, when you dropped me off at work—”

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