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relationship.
    â€œHercules—that’s not nice.”
    â€œHow do you take your eggs?” Brock asked her.
    â€œAre they eggs from free-range chickens?”
    â€œThe chickens live out back. Is that free enough for you?”
    â€œLucy and Ethel!” Hannah supplied the names of the chickens.
    â€œ I Love Lucy and ladybugs. That’s what she loves.” Brock looked over at his daughter.
    â€œAnd animals,” Casey added.
    Brock turned his body away from the stove and toward Casey. This wasn’t the first time he’d wanted to get a better look at her in his favorite shirt. It engulfed her, but it looked good on her. Her hair, seemingly more red than auburn in the daylight, was mussed and wild, and he could swear that she had the brightest green eyes he’d ever seen on a woman.
    â€œAnd animals,” he echoed her sentiment. Then, so he wouldn’t be standing in his kitchen ogling her like a teenage boy, he asked again, “How do you take your eggs?”
    â€œScrambled works.”
    â€œHow about some bacon made from free-range pigs?” Brock teased her.
    â€œNo. Thank you. I’m a pescatarian.”
    Brock wasn’t exactly sure he’d heard her right, so after he got the eggs cooking, he turned back around.
    â€œDid you say you were a Presbyterian?”
    â€œNo!” Casey laughed so easily. It had been a long time since he’d heard a woman laughing in his house. “Pescatarian. I don’t eat meat, except for fish. But I’m trying to give up fish, too.”
    â€œWhat for?”
    She smiled at him; she had deep dimples in each of her pale cheeks. Sweet.
    â€œHealth mainly—bacon is full of fat and salt. High in cholesterol.” Casey wrinkled her nose at the thought of eating bacon.
    â€œDad has high cholesterol and high blood pressure,” Hannah shouted from the living room.
    â€œHannah—remember what we said about private information?”
    â€œBut Dr. Patel says that he has the heart of a much younger man.”
    It was too late to cork that bottle—instead, Brock decided to ignore the fact that his daughter had just provided a near stranger with all of the recent results of his physical and finish scrambling the eggs. The only thing that she hadn’t shared, because she hadn’t been in the room to hear it, was the fact that he had a mildly enlarged prostate and needed to drop twenty pounds.
    Brock put a healthy portion of scrambled eggs on the plate, along with cheese grits and a couple of biscuits.
    â€œEat it while it’s hot.” He put the plate down in front of her and then sat down on the opposite side of the kitchen table.
    â€œMmm. Thank you. I’m so hungry.” Casey stabbed a couple of eggs with her fork. “What about you?”
    â€œI ate hours ago. We’ve been waiting on you.”
    Casey chewed her eggs quickly so she could ask, “Why didn’t you wake me up when you got up?”
    â€œI got up while it was still dark.”
    â€œOh.” That was different. “Well, why didn’t you get me up sooner, then?”
    â€œNo harm done. It’s my day off and I’m not looking forward to getting up on the roof to see how many shingles need to be replaced. You need salt or pepper for the eggs?”
    â€œNo. I’m good. These eggs are delicious, FYI.”
    â€œThat’s good.”
    She finished her breakfast, offered to clean the dishes, which he refused, and then all five of them, two dogs and three humans, piled into Brock’s truck. First stop was the moving truck and the second stop was Taylor’s house.
    â€œI feel really bad about Clint breaking his collarbone.”
    She watched Brock’s face for a reaction. There wasn’t one.
    â€œHe was supposed to be gone all summer,” she added.
    Brock glanced over at his passenger. She had been biting her lip nervously since they had gotten into the truck. Now he