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“She’s got a lot to deal with.”
    Em nodded sympathetically. “Of course. Let me know if I can help with more than just food. I’d be glad to.”
    Trevor looked down at his feet. “Sure thing.” Em would be more understanding, definitely more of a nurturing help than Callie, but Em had never lost her mother. In Trevor’s mind, the only option for honest to goodness help and understanding with Shelby was Callie.
    “I’m going to head down to the cabin. Callie, we can talk about this tomorrow.”
    Callie didn’t say anything, just nodded. On a sigh, Em left the shop.
    “Before I came home I recall you mentioning you and Em were getting pretty close. That didn’t look like sisterly devotion.”
    Callie tossed a tool into the box next to her, the clink of metal on metal echoing through the shop. “Not seeing eye to eye at the moment. It happens when you work with family.”
    “I think it was more than that.”
    Callie shrugged, continued to work on the plane. Trevor maintained his silence. If he knew Callie the explanation would come tumbling out if he only gave her a few moments to mull over it silently.
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    “I hate that she always does that.” Callie gestured to where Em had disappeared. “Starts to say Dad then fixes it to Tom. Like I can’t deal with her calling him Dad. So, she’s completely forgotten our dad. So what? Her business.”
    “Yeah, you’re dealing really well.”
    She pointed her new tool at him, scowling. “Okay, maybe it pisses me off she gets to pretend our dad never existed. Maybe I’m almost thirty and I still get a little jealous that she got some semblance of a family and I’m left with…” Callie tossed the tool into the box, jumped off the stepladder and began to pace. “What is wrong with me?” she demanded before sinking onto a bench and covering her face with her hands. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
    Well, shit. He just seemed to attract female hysterics. What he’d done to deserve this punishment he didn’t know, but it must have been bad to have Callie as the newest perpetrator.
    “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
    She looked up at him and scowled. “Don’t give me that placating bullshit.”
    “Okay, so you’re not perfect.” Trevor sunk onto the bench next to her. “Who the hell is?”
    She shook her head, and Trevor was glad she wasn’t crying. He’d only ever seen Callie cry at funerals and he was so not ready to deal with another female’s tears tonight.
    “Things were so much easier before this whole ‘new leaf’ crap. I didn’t think about any of this. I drowned my sorrows in something else, and you know what? I liked it better. I liked it better than hurting all the time.” She rested her elbows on her knees, stared at the ground. “And if I thought AIF would survive, I’d go back to being a complete fuck-up. It was so much easier.”
    Trevor draped his arm across her shoulders. “Personally, I like this new leaf a lot better than the old one.”
    She looked up at him and there was that something. That something he’d been ignoring with Callie since he’d been thirteen and realized girls weren’t so gross after all. He’d kind of forgotten about that in the four years away, or maybe pushed it to the recesses of his mind. Now it was in the forefront again.
    Trevor cleared his throat and looked at the doorway where the light was quickly disappearing. “You never thought back then. Now you’re thinking, and it’s probably harder, but I bet you come out the other side feeling a lot better. Maybe actually a little happier. Bad Girl Baker might have been easier, but she wasn’t happy.”
    “Bad Girl Baker. Haven’t heard that one in a while.” He looked down at her and her lips were curved into a smile. “She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t such a pansy ass. I miss feeling strong. I don’t want to be this depressed, pathetic, whiny mess.”
    “There might be a happy medium between BGB and