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She glanced at him. “And getting it in shape before the spring crowd hits is going to be tough.”
    It did occur to Roman that he should probably tell her that he was just here to sign paperwork and get the place sold, but, he reasoned, with the storm he wouldn’t be leaving for a day or two, and any improvements couldn’t hurt the sale. Not to mention that Katie looked so happy to be planning away. Maybe he would try to get it in the contract that she could stay the caretaker, or whatever she was.
    “What?” She stopped moving and looked defensive.
    Had he been staring? Clearing his throat, he turned to the paint. “Nothing. Nothing.” Suddenly, he noticed the Christmas music humming in the background. “What’s with the music?”
    Instantly, she frowned and shook her finger at him. “You just keep quiet about the music.” There was a sudden edge to her tone. “Henry has enough problems to think about with Mrs. K’s health and everything else right now. The music is the least of his concerns,” she snapped.
    That was not the reason he had expected. “What are you talking about—Mrs. K’s health?” The fact that he didn’t know who Henry was didn’t seem to matter at the moment. “The Mrs. K that fed me pancakes today?”
    Her face softened. “Yes.” Moisture filled her eyes. Her green eyes shined even brighter. “Mrs. K has cancer.” She shook her head. “And she told me the other day that after seeing your uncle die, she just can’t believe that she can get a miracle.”
    The center of his chest clutched with emotion. He thought of his uncle and for some insane reason he felt his own eyes get waterywhich took him aback. He turned away from her and swallowed. Not her, too.
    He heard Katie let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry. I guess … I guess this all rings close to home with your uncle and everything.” A hand touched his shoulder. “I didn’t tell you how sorry I am about Jim. He was a good man.”
    Turning back around, his eyes locked with hers and he felt a shiver of warmth move through him. Here was something that the people in his life recently had lacked—sincerity. All he could do was nod again. Jim was probably the only person he did care about, at least at this point in his life, and he was gone. “Thank you, that means a lot.”
    Pulling her hand back, she turned to the shelves. She took two cans of primer and plunked them into the cart, immediately reaching for two more cans of paint. “Grey is the big color right now.” She cleared her throat again and flashed him a tentative smile. “I was thinking that we could accent with red pillows and white trim. Maybe some rugs that thread some deep blue into it and have some decorative shabby chic lamps and chandeliers. I think it would add a modern feeling to the cabin.” She pulled the cart behind her, turning into a new aisle. She took some cabinet hardware off of the shelf. “The rustic cupboards in the kitchen can stay. I haven’t decided if we should paint them white. You know, to brighten up the kitchen. I watched a YouTube video on how to actually make them look kind of antiquey by using a permanent black marker to trace the lines.” She cocked her head to the side, studying an array of handles. She took a clump of them out and dropped them into the cart. “But, we will need to put hardware on either way, so let’s go ahead and get these.” She turned for confirmation. “Is that okay?”
    All Roman knew at this moment was that he didn’t want to disappoint this woman that had touched his shoulder and shown a more kind-hearted response to his uncle’s death than anyone else in his life. Spending a couple of days rehabbing the cabin might not be a bad way to spend his time. Especially if he got to spend it with her. Annoyance washed over him. Married . He had to remember. She was married.
    Her green eyes narrowed, making her look more like a ‘Kat’ than a ‘Katie.’ “What?”
    “Nothing,” he spit out.