“Maybe he won’t accept that it’s over because he realizes what a remarkable woman he’s lost,” Shane remarked casually.
Becky glanced at him and rolled her eyes. “Yeah… I doubt that’s it.”
“Then he’s an idiot.”
She laughed. “Getting warmer. Let’s not talk about him anymore, all right? It’s done and over, and I have a great new job and a cozy new cabin to focus on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shane concurred. He lifted the box of pots and pans he’d brought in. “Where do you want these? And don’t tell me ‘in the kitchen.’ Where in the kitchen?”
“In those cupboards just to the right of the stove.”
While they unpacked her belongings and stowed them, they chatted about her new job. Shane smiled at the vibrant, childlike joy in her voice that contrasted the maturity and confidence in her sturdy, long-li
