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Abigail sneaked a peek at Scott while he drove them to the hardware store. It felt like a lifetime since she’d shared a ride with him. The difference between then and now was that back then, she could openly appraise him. She wanted to rest her hand on his knee like she used to. She assumed he would shy away from that. “Wait! You’ve missed the turning to Main Street, Scott. What are you doing?”
“I have a couple of errands to run first.” He glanced over at her. “You don’t mind, do you? We’ll get to the hardware store just as soon as I’m done, I promise.”
She did not react; she put her hands up in surrender. “No problem here. So long as we pick up the paint and brushes this morning, I’m happy.” Going back to watching the trees whiz past, Abigail couldn’t get a question out of her mind.
