"Thank you Naomi. You didn't have to." I tell her collecting the small napkin covered basket. She hands it over and brushes her hand against mine.
I act like I don't knowing what she's doing.
Giving her an inch will make her take a mile.
I don’t want to hurt her feelings but if it gets to it I will have to cut it through the middle and tell her to take several steps back.
She is still looking up at me.
“I didn’t have to but I wanted to. You are a man who doesn’t have a woman in his life to make things easier. If I could help one bit then I’m glad.” she beams grazing her hand against arm.
“Thank you once again Naomi.” I tell her.
I have cooks in the pack house who make breakfast and dinner for everyone living in the pack house and she knows this. From pastries to soups, pasta a
