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Saturday morning, I arrived at the ranch at seven sharp with coffee and the donuts Tom liked so much.
“Girl, I’m not kidding,” he said, taking the coffee from the tray and a donut from the bag. “I’m gonna get used to this.” He gestured with his chin to the food in his hands. “To the treats and your help. Then when you’re gone, it’ll hurt like heartache.”
I laughed. “So dramatic. Don’t worry, Tom. Unless you kick me out, I plan on coming here for a long time.”
“I should probably start paying you, then.”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t need money. Besides, being here makes me feel like me. I need this.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You aren’t you all the time?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.” I finished my coffee and threw the travel cup in the trash. “What ca
