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“You know where I am if you need my help.” Not that she did much here other than ask a lot of questions. She needed to find one where she could get more involved rather than put her stamp of approval on it.

“Thanks, Jolene,” Grace said. “I’ve got to run.”

She hung up and turned to leave. “Jolene. Are you lost?”

“Baker,” Jolene said. He oversaw the distilling at Fierce. Mason’s newest division that was taking off. “How have you been?”

Baker’s eyes got wide. “Good,” he said cautiously. “Everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” she said. “I had to make a call. How about you? We never have time to chat.”

Baker’s head swiveled around some. The two of them were in a hallway that led to the doors to the distillery in the back.

“I’m good. Got to get back to work.”

She scrunched up her face. Damn it, someone must have been in his ear that she’d been asking around about him.

She’d get him another time. For now, she’d put half a check next to a box in her book on Anya and Matt.

28

COME IN TIME

“Hey there,” Anya said when she opened the door to her parents’ house on Sunday afternoon.

Matt hadn’t seen her since Wednesday and didn’t know he could miss someone this much.

There had never been another woman he’d dated that he’d felt this strongly about when he couldn’t see her for a few days.

He leaned down to give her a kiss. She was standing there waiting for it.

Part of him was nervous since she’d made the comment about him being needy with the kisses on Wednesday.

He worried she thought he was putting on a show, but she’d texted him later to apologize if it came off wrong.

That night they’d talked and he admitted he was happy she’d taken that step in communication.

He wanted to but was still tripping over his feet to not upset her.

For a confident guy, he was failing at that trait lately.

It wasn’t until he realized he was in love.

The fear of losing her again was more than he wanted to put in his brain, making his mouth run on nitro rather than an electric battery.

He had to slow the hell down.

“Hi,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Good. Come in. My father is in a good spot today. He’s napped this afternoon and knows you’re coming. He might get confused it’s about work that you’re here.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll play it anyway it works for you.”

She threaded their fingers together. “Did my text bother you? We haven’t talked much more and I haven’t seen you since. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “You’ve been busy. Take advantage of it.”

She’d had house showings every night this week and yesterday. He had a big case coming up and was preparing for that.