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was more than a little disconcerting.
    “ Okay, let her rip." She bent down to the twins and rested her hands on their shoulders. "You two brace yourselves. If the washer starts to hiss and shake I want you to run for cover. Okay?" They nodded solemnly.
    The three of them watched as Nash closed the lid, then pushed in the dial. There was a second of si lence followed by a click. Then, amazingly, the old washer chugged to life. She heard the sound of the tub turning, followed by water gurgling down the drain.
    “ I don't believe it," she said. "It might actually be working." Brett grinned. "Mo-om. It is working. Nash and I fixed it."
    “ Wow!" She brushed his cheek with her fingers. "I'm impressed." Adam tugged on her shirt. "I'm hungry, Mom. I want my afternoon snack."
    “Me, too," Jason said.
    “ Meet me in the kitchen." She turned her atten tion back to Nash. "I don't know how to thank you. Of course I'll discount your room for the work. The last time the repairman was here, he charged me a hundred dollars."
    “ Forget it," he said as he crouched down and began collecting tools. "You helped me out this morning. I'm returning the favor."
    “ Jump-starting your car hardly compares with fixing my washer. I have to pay you something." He glanced up. "Then I'll take an afternoon snack, too.
    That wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now. Brett planted his hands on his hips.
    “What do I get?"
    “My undying gratitude."
    “How about a new skateboard?" She winced. The one he wanted had special wheels or a secret finish or something that cranked up the price tag to the stratosphere.
    “We'll talk," she told her oldest.
    “You always say that, but we never have the con versation," he complained as he stalked out of the room.
    She watched him go and was pleased when he turned into the kitchen rather than heading toward the stairs and up to his room. Brett was twelve- nearly a teenager. She didn't want to think about handling a teenage boy all on her own. She didn't like to think about dealing with any of it all on her own. Unfortunately, she didn't have a choice. The past few years had taught her that alone was a whole lot better than marriage to the wrong guy.
    She turned back to Nash. "How about coffee and shortbread cookies?" He finished putting the tools in the box and stood. "Sounds terrific."
    “ I'll bring them into the dining room in about five minutes." She started to leave, then stopped. The washer clicked over from spin to rinse. "I still can't believe you fixed that. I have laundry piled up to the ceiling. We've been running out of clothes. I really do ap preciate your help."
    “ I was glad to do it." He leaned against the washer. "My work keeps me pretty busy. I'm not used to having a lot of free time and this gave me something to do." She laughed. "Uh-huh. Next you'll be telling me I was doing you the favor by letting you work on the washer."
    “Exactly."
    “ Nice try, Nash, but I don't buy it." She headed for the kitchen. Every single cell in her body tingled from their close encounter. Did sexual attraction burn calories? Wouldn't it be nice if it did? She started a fresh pot of coffee, then got out glasses for the boys. Brett poured the milk while she set out grapes, string cheese and a plate of cookies. By the time that was done, the coffee had finished.
    She poured it into a carafe, then set it on the tray, along with shortbread cookies, grapes and some crab puffs she'd been defrosting.
    “ Be right back," she told her children as she picked up the tray and walked toward the dining room.
    Nash stood by the front window, staring out onto the street. When she entered, he turned and smiled. "Thanks."
    “ You're welcome." She put down the tray. "Let me know if you need anything else."
    “I will." She would like to tell herself that he was talking about more than just the food. While she was busy imagining that, she could pretend that his gaze lin gered on her face and that his relaxed stance