“That’s a good idea,” Sam said, wiping sweat off of his face with his shirt. He’d decided the main reason she’d reacted the way she did when he hugged her was because he stunk to high heaven, not because she found him personally revolting, although that was likely also a reason. She, on the other hand, had smelled like a spring bouquet, and he wished he could’ve held on to her a bit longer, even if his hug had been forced on her and simply a reaction to her agreeing to help him out.
“And you need a stool. If you don’t sit down once in a while, your back is going to start hurting.”
His back was already aching, and he wondered how she got to be so smart, but then he remembered that she owned her own business. “Also a good idea.”
She popped down from the counter and folded her arms, lookin
