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idiot.”
    “You barely know me, how do you know I’m not some shrew of a wife?”
    “Your shop and the way you are with the kids who come in there. You love what you do. You put your whole heart into it. I have no doubt you did the same with your marriage. Any man who’d give that up doesn’t deserve to live.”
    Some part of him had been paying close attention to this woman. He’d never really thought about her like this. Yes, he’d been drawn to her, but he’d kept his distance. Well, he’d been a busy man, taking care of Rain and the girls in his brother’s absence and building his law practice. Sure, business was booming, but that didn’t mean his personal life should suffer.
    Maybe all he’d been waiting for was a chance to meet Claire outside her shop. When he wasn’t dressed up like some overgrown wannabe drag queen in a crown and boa.
    He’d never seen enough interest from her to prod him to make the introduction sooner. Probably because she’d always thought he belonged to someone else. Now she knew better, and some of the looks she cast him on the drive home made him hot and ache with a need he hadn’t felt in a long time.
    “You passed my driveway.”
    He stomped on the brakes and glanced in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, he’d gone right past her place, headed home. Some kind of late-night unconscious slip, or is that really where he wanted to take her?
    “Sorry. Autopilot, I guess.”
    Too tired to analyze things now, he put the truck in reverse, backed up, and pulled into her driveway. Dylan and his deputies left right after Owen followed her to the hospital, but they’d left the lights on inside the house and at the porch.
    He slid out of the truck and went around to her door. She already had it open, so he took her hand and held her steady while she slid out. She winced when she put weight on her feet. Without a thought, he scooped her into his arms, closed the truck door with his hip, and carried her up to the front door.
    “You can set me down. I can walk. The worst of the cuts are on the side of my feet.”
    “I don’t mind,” he said, leaning down so she could put the key in the lock.
    He stepped into the living room and stopped short, seeing the broken glass door and shambles in the dining room.
    “Damn, I’m really sorry this happened.”
    “Not your fault. Really, you can put me down.”
    “This is the best part of my night.”
    She smacked him on the shoulder, but he set her on her feet and held her by the arms to steady her.
    “Okay.”
    “Yeah. Um, thanks for bringing me home. I appreciate you staying with me at the hospital.”
    “Dismissing me already.” He frowned and shook his head. “Well, I’m not leaving until that window is boarded up and this place is cleaned.” He glanced at the boxes stacked around them. “You’ve lived here for quite some time. Why haven’t you unpacked?”
    “It’s a process.”
    “Too busy working on the shop to do the house.”
    “No money to do the house after I set up the shop. My ex left me with a lot of bills and crap credit.”
    “Asshole.”
    “And then some, but thanks. It’s nice someone else sees him like I do.”
    “Your family didn’t support you in the divorce?”
    “They did, but they blamed me for not sticking it out, trying to make it work. Like I did something to drive him into those other women’s arms. I didn’t deny him my heart or my bed, but when he cheated, they still thought I made him do it.”
    He cupped her face. “He’s an asshole. You’re better off without him. Let’s never speak of him again.”
    She laughed. “Sorry. I’m tired and that guy demanding to find my husband because he was sleeping with his wife brought it all up for me again.”
    “You were hit by a car, you had your past thrown in your face, it’s late, and you’re tired. Why don’t you go change, and I’ll sweep up the glass and take care of boarding up the window. If you give me your insurance information,