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no, but well see if we cant work something out.

    A n hour later, Mick shoved a bag of fireworks behind the drivers seat of his truck. Hed bought a small variety pack as well as a few sparklers and snakes from the Safe and Sane stand in the parking lot of Handy Man Hardware. He hadnt bought them for Travis. Hed bought them to take to Louie Allegrezzas Fourth of July barbeque. If anyone asked, that was the story, but he doubted anyone would believe him. Like all other residents of the pyrotechnically obsessed town, he had a big box of illegals just waiting to be shot over the lake. Adults didnt buy Safe and Sanes unless they had kids. Legal fireworks were kind of like training wheels.
    Louies son Pete Allegrezza and Travis were buddies, and days ago, Meg had agreed that Travis could go to the barbeque with Mick if he stayed out of trouble. The barbeque was tomorrow, and Mick figured Travis should be able to control his behavior for one more day. Mick shut the door to his truck, and he and Travis headed across the parking lot toward the hardware store. If you behave yourself, maybe you can hold a sparkler.
    Man, Travis whined. Sparklers are for little kids.
    With your track record, youll be lucky if youre not in bed before dark. Sunlight shone in his nephews short black hair and across the shoulders of his red Spider-Man T-shirt. Youre having a hard time controlling yourself lately. He opened the door and waved to the owner standing behind the counter. Megs still pretty mad at us both, but I have a plan. For several months, Meg had complained about a leaky pipe beneath her kitchen sink. If he and Travis fixed her S-trap so that she didnt have to keep emptying a pan of water, maybe shed be in a more forgiving mood. But with Meg, a person never knew. She wasnt always the most forgiving person.
    The soles of Traviss sneakers scuffed alongside Micks boots as they walked to the plumbing section. The store was quiet except for a couple looking at garden hoses and Mrs. Vaughn, his first-grade teacher, rooting through a bin of assorted drawer handles. He was always amazed to see Laverne Vaughn still alive and walking around. She had to be older than dirt.
    While Mick grabbed a PVC pipe and plastic washers, his nephew picked up a caulking gun and aimed it at a bird feeder at the end of the aisle as if it were a .45 Magnum.
    We dont need that, Mick told him as he reached for some plumbers tape.
    Travis popped off a few rounds, then tossed the gun back onto the shelf. Im gonna go look at the deer, he said and disappeared around the corner of the aisle. Handy Mans had a big selection of plastic animals that people could display in their yards. Although why you would want to do that when the real thing was likely to roam through was beyond Mick.
    He stuck the pipe beneath one arm and went in search of his nephew, who didnt usually go looking for trouble, but like most seven-year-old boys seemed to find it anyway. He moved through the store, glanced down each crammed row, and paused next to a display of mops.
    A smile of pure male appreciation curved the corners of his mouth. Maddie Dupree stood in the middle of aisle six, a neon-yellow box in her hands. Her brown hair was in one of those claws and looked like someone had stuck a dark feather duster on the back of her head. His gaze moved down her smooth profile, past her throat and shoulder, and stopped dead on her black T-shirt. Last night, he hadnt been able to get a good look at her. Today, the fluorescent lighting of Handy Man Hardware lit her up like a walking, talking, breathing centerfold. Like an old-school playmate before eating disorders and silicone. Desire stirred in the pit of his stomach. He didnt even know her well enough to be feeling a thing. Didnt know if she was married or single, had a man in her life and ten kids waiting at home. Apparently it didnt matter, because she drew him down the aisle like a magnet.
    Looks like you got problems with some mice, he said.
    What? Her