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do you think of duck hunting so far?”
    “Honestly?” she asked. “A little on the, uh, boring side. Not to mention cold and wet.”
    He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Good weather for ducks, but not for us. I’d rather hunt on a clear day, but the cold doesn’t bother me. And when you actually hit your target, that’s when it’s cool. And we like to eat our kill,” he said, grinning, before taking a big bite of his sandwich.
    “How caveman of you,” she said. “Do you also like to pluck your kill?”
    “We let our women do that,” he teased. “We go out, club the beasts, drag them home and our women clean them, cook them and make our clothes out of their skins.”
    “And what tribe do you come from?” she asked, laughing at him. But he just chewed and his eyes twinkled. “Rich has mentioned you a hundred times, at least, but I don’t know that much about you. Besides being a Marine reservist, how do you earn a living?” she asked him.
    “I teach seventh-grade math. Geometry and pre-algebra.”
    “No kidding?” she asked, sitting straighter. “I teach!”
    “I know. We have a lot in common.”
    “I wonder why Rich didn’t tell me that,” she said.
    Troy laughed. “Let me guess—maybe it’s not way up there on his list of important conversational topics. I haven’t been teaching long. I did two years in the Corps, finished college, got called for Iraq again and came home to teach. I think I’ll get in a good stretch at home now.”
    “But why the Marines? I mean, why still the Marines?”
    He shrugged. “I love the Marine Corps.”
    “And if you get called again?”
    “I’ll go again,” he said easily.
    “And Dirk? Did I hear he worked construction…?”
    “Heavy equipment operator—a crane. Just like his dad and his brother.”
    “No interest in college for him?”
    Troy laughed. “I don’t think so, no. It takes about three teachers’ salaries to make one crane operator’s.”
    “Now, see, that’s just wrong. What’s more important—the future of your children or the construction of a building?”
    “You’re not looking at it the way they do,” he said. “It’s not the building that’s valued above the future of the children, it’s the guys in the hard hats under the crane who count on a really good operator. Their lives depend on it. They would be the fathers.”
    “Teachers are underpaid,” she pointed out to him.
    “As are cops, firefighters, librarians and just about everyone who is a public servant. I don’t know about you, but most of us don’t teach because it’ll make us rich.”
    “You do it for love?”
    “I guess. And because I’m having fun!” Then he grinned handsomely. “Those kids just crack me up.”
    “Me, too,” she admitted. “Mine are seven—what a hoot. I hear about teacher burnout all the time, but I’m still on the honeymoon. I look forward to every day. Well…I used to.”
    “Used to?” he asked.
    “My school closed. I’m currently unemployed. When I get home, I’ll see if I can sub while I’m sending around applications. It’s not a great time to be job hunting. Not only is it a holiday season, but education funds have been cut, too.”
    “Bummer,” he said. “I don’t know why I’ve been lucky enough to hang on to my job while everyone else seems to be getting laid off or cut back on hours. But as Big Richie tells it, you’ll probably just get married.”
    “Wow. That’s pretty sexist. I hope I also get married.”
    “I stand corrected. Who’s the lucky guy?” he asked.
    “Good question. I’ve been seeing someone for the past year, but we’re not engaged.”
    “Which allows you to go duck hunting with your ex?” he asked.
    “Which allows me to go hunting with my brother,” she emphasized.
    “And Denny,” he said, taking another bite of his sandwich. “You must have a very understanding boyfriend.”
    “Well, he is, as a matter of fact. Denny and Rich have been friends for years—before and