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Mia shaded her eyes, watching Brax tightrope walk along the edge of the roof. “Take it easy up there. You’ve never installed a tin roof before.”
He just flashed her that smile that stopped her heart. “I’ve got this, Baby. I want to put my stamp on everything in this place. Really make it mine.”
She understood the need for that. They’d had little enough that they could truly call theirs over the years. Ownership was a big deal to them both. Still, she didn’t like seeing him up there. She’d be glad when the installation was over and he was back on solid ground.
The place was shaping up. With the new siding and roofline, very little remained to remind people that this had once been The Right Attitude. That had been the entire point of the design, and Mia was proud of the work she’d don
