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True. You should ask her to help you find the lock to my key.
“No.” Hunter didn’t want to go on a treasure hunt. It didn’t feel right.
Banks will be gunning for all of you soon. You need to start looking.
“Stop it.”
“Who are you talking to?”
If anyone except Cheryse had caught him talking to his dead brother, he’d be embarrassed. “No one.” He shook himself and looked over at her; she had ridden her scooter along the concrete on the side of the house. “How did you get the scooter down the porch steps?”
She grinned at him. “I’m resourceful.”
He was beyond pleased that she had done it; it showed how much she was improving. “Well, don’t hurt yourself. I’m here to make sure we get you to a good spot.”
Her eyes scanned his truck and all the wood he’d unloaded. “I don’t know how to pay you for all these materials right now. We had some big expenses at the salon a couple months ago, but I can make payments.”
“No.” Hunter lifted one piece of wood, then measured it to the place he’d need to cut it. He marked it with a pencil. “This is a gift from me. I don’t want payment for the materials or anything.”
He turned and grinned at her. She smiled back. Everything between them felt so easy right now. He liked it.
They were both quiet for a bit, and he asked, “How’s Roger?” He kept measuring the wood and marking where he would need to cut it.
“He’s good. He feels bad that he can’t be here. He actually wanted me to tell you thank you for all you’ve done.”
Hunter dropped a piece of wood, the sound ricocheting through the air. Unable to stop himself, he let out a light laugh. “I’m sure his gratitude is boundless.”
“Okay, that was a Trent.”
He gave her a quizzical look.
“You totally said something obnoxious that Trent would have said.”
It was true, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of admitting to it. “Reese’s pieces, I can be plenty obnoxious on my own.”
“Don’t I know it?”
He caught her eye, and they grinned at each other. “Trent was a tad more obnoxious. I’ll give you that.”
They shared a laugh.
Happiness bounced around in his chest, and he wanted to share it with her. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I love secrets.”
“I talk to my dead brother.”
She paused, then leaned forward, cupping her hand. “I see dead people,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Exactly.”
They were quoting one of their favorite movies.
“It doesn’t surprise me. I have to ask, what does Trent have to say?”
“He wants us to look for the lock that this key would go to.” He pulled it out from inside his shirt.
Cheryse cocked an eyebrow. “O-kay.”
