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“I didn’t think you’d mind.” He shrugged unapologetically. “Besides, I’m excited to get these boards into the shop and turn them into a dining room table.”

“A table, huh?” I ran my hand down the board I’d just stacked. “I was wondering what your latest commission was.”

My twin brother was a talented woodworker and had slowly pivoted from his handyman business to taking orders for custom pieces all across Western Canada in the last few months with his growing business.

“It’s a big one, too. Supposed to seat ten to twelve people, with a river rock inlay and a live edge.”

“Wow,” I said, suitably impressed. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“Me too.” He laughed.

Reid started to look through the pile of wood I’d already prepared, mentally cataloging his order, as I continued to move around the shop, gathering pieces.

“You need anything else?” I asked. “Just help yourself and add it to the order.”

He took his time, moving around the warehouse, before returning to where I stood with the clipboard, double-checking a different order. Reid added a few pieces of walnut to his pile and leaned back against a stack of plywood.

When I looked up, his arms were crossed as he watched me. “So.”

I shook my head and looked down at the clipboard again. “So…what?”

I knew exactlywhat, but I didn’t plan to make it easy for him.

My brother wasn’t the type to dance around an issue for long. “What are you doing with Harper?”

I still didn’t look up but kept my pen moving across the paper. “I told you already.”

“Right.”

He dragged out the word in such a way that I finally gave in and looked at him.

“You have something you need to say?”

“You know I do.”

I set the clipboard down and crossed my arms. “Might as well say it then.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Gray?”

“It’s not what you think it is.” I exhaled through my nose. “This is just for a few weeks. For Willa. You know Harper would do anything for her grandma.”

“And I know you’d do anything for Harper,” he said, without missing a beat. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

Reid clenched his jaw and shook his head. “Do I need to say it?”

“Apparently you do, brother.”

He didn’t. We both knew it.

“You’re still in love with her.” It wasn’t a question. “She’s leaving, Gray.”

I nodded.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time?” Reid continued. “Because I do.”

How could I possibly forget? I shook my head and looked away. I didn’t have the time or energy to have this conversation.