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She spun. “What’s wrong?”
Grinning, he held up his hand. “You said I might get an extra piece of pie if I hollered. Better late than never?”
Lenora grabbed the towel he’d used and flung the balled-up material at him.
Catching it, he merely laughed, the sound somehow making his blue eyes deepen in color. She lost the war to keep from grinning back at him.
It felt like forever to say something. Finally she found her tongue. “Break time’s over. Get back to work, mister.”
“Anything you say, Lenora.”
She sucked in a slow breath, pleased to hear him call her by name. The way he drawled out the second syllable, like he was caressing the word...
She was the first to look away.
“Thanks for fixing me up.”
After he stepped onto the porch, she called, “Leave your glove, and I’ll tend to it directly.”
By the time she put the salve away, he’d repacked all the contents of her sewing basket. It sat by her rocking chair. Cole’s glove rested on the arm.
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