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The grudging way she said it caught his attention, and he could guess who Chaz was without asking, but he did anyhow. “Who’s Chaz?”
“My ex.”
No surprise there. “Ah.”
He wanted to press her about it, but now wasn’t the time. It wouldn’t be the time until she trusted him enough to open up about it, and getting to that point was going to take finesse and patience. Erin wasn’t the kind to give up her secrets easily. He’d sensed that immediately, back in June, and he was beginning to suspect that once she did, he’d find a pure, compassionate heart well worth the wait.
“Let me show you around,” she invited with unveiled relief in her voice.
The door from the carport opened into the wide living room, and he was surprised to see a newer wood stove sitting in the left corner. Sliding gla
