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shiny black dodge pickup sitting in the drive way with a moving truck behind it. She jumped out as soon as Maddie parked.
    After signing the delivery papers, the men started unloading her boxes into the house. It would be gratifying not to depend on her sisters for rides and cloth ing . She looked over her truck making sure there were no dents or dings. Satisfied, she went inside to start the long unpacking process.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Fisher was pulling out of his drive way to go into town when he saw the delivery truck and black dodge pull in next door. So , that must be Claire's truck. Figures she would drive a half ton , crew cab, diesel that she didn't need. It had to be fairly new, probably a '06 or '07 model. Claire would look sexy as hell behind the wheel. He shook his head. H e had other things to worry about.
    He was meeting a home builder in town. He decided he would build a home on the extra land for his parent . It would be his gift to them. A retirement gift, a house and land deeded back to them. Fully paid for out of his own pocket. This is why he wouldn't sell the land to Claire. This was too important to him. The ranch was going to be given to Asher and then he can return to New York.
    He did feel a small amount of guilt over denyi ng Claire . He knew a little of what the land would be used for. He also knew there was more land to choose from , other than his own, probably not as large as she wanted nor in town . He arrived at the developer's office. He had a firm p lan in mind for what he wanted, a t wo story, three bedroom home with a wraparound porch. H e wanted his parents to look out of the ir window and see for miles . He wanted them set on their porch, rocking in their rocking chairs without a care in the world. They deserved this after working hard for the last fifty years.
    Twenty minutes later, with the meeting over with and plans drawn up , Fisher was satisfied with the end results. The building would begin in six weeks. He wo uld have a new house by winter. His phone started vibrating on his dash board. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. Tricia was calling. He hit the ignore button. He didn't want to talk to her. The only woman occupying his thoughts these past few days lived across the street and by the looks of it, she would be around for a while .
    Fisher sat in his truck in front of the developer's office, deciding his next move. He wasn't needed on the ranch today. His parents were over in the next town enjoying the Amish country and flea markets . His brother, well he had no idea where he was at since he wasn't answering his phone. He drove back home, before h e turned left into his drive , he decided to visit Claire. He hung a right and the gravel crunched under his tires, announcing his presence.
    Fisher barely knocked on the door when she answered. Claire was sweaty and red faced when she bade him enter .
    "Need help?" He asked.
    "Since you are offering, then yes. I certain ly do need help. My sisters magically disappeared,” she grumbled.
    "Show me what do , babe. " He entered the foyer of the house and boxes were littered everywhere. "What happened to the movers? Did they just throw everything here in this pile and leave ?" He looked at the mess , and his mouth twitched with amusement.
    "Don't get me started with them ," s he said as she bent down and moved a box towards him. " Here you go , you can start with this one,” she said, going back to work.
    She returned to the box she must have been working on before he arrived. He briefly wondered what he let himself in for when he volunteered his services. He looked at her receding back for a second , wishing for other services that he could offer her. He men tally shrugged and went to work, helping her unpack and put things away.
    For the next three hours, they worked side by side in harmony. U npacking boxes , sorting things ou t that she wasn’t going to keep and c leaning up the mess of empty boxes and bubble