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could put them on clean shelves. She’d given the floor a good mopping too. For a house that hadn’t been lived in for a long time, there’d been a lot of dust. Now she ran the water as hot as it would go, scrubbing under her nails to get them clean of grime.
    â€œI don’t know. I guess so.” She shrugged, still not looking at him, still a little tender from her earlier self-indulgent, emotional binge. “It wasn’t that cold out today, was it? Turn up the thermostat.”
    Sean disappeared into the hall and came back a few minutes later. “It was already set at seventy. That’s warm enough. Doesn’t feel like seventy in here.”
    Her hands clean, she crossed the kitchen to greet him with a kiss. Pushed all the residual emo down, way down, made it invisible. “Mmmm. Your nose is cold.”
    He laughed, but his brow remained creased. “Aren’t you cold?”
    â€œI was busy working today. Want a sweatshirt?”
    â€œYeah,” he said, finally focusing on her face. When she tried to pull away, he kept her close with his hands on her hips. “Hey, you. I thought you were going to take it easy.”
    â€œSean…”
    His smile tipped the corners of his lips but left his eyes uncrinkled. “I just want you to be careful. That’s all.”
    Ginny sighed but didn’t try to pull away from him. “I know. And I was. I took my time. I didn’t overdo anything. And look how nice the kitchen looks, you didn’t even notice.”
    Sean didn’t look around. He kissed her instead. “You could’ve let me help.”
    Enough. It was too much. With a sigh, Ginny pushed out of his embrace. “It was fine. Let’s eat.”
    He didn’t move from behind her as she went to the cupboard to pull out a couple of plates. “I don’t like it when you walk away from me like that.”
    â€œYeah, well, I don’t like it when you lecture me.” She turned. “I couldn’t wait for you to get home to help me clean the kitchen, Sean. Okay? It had to be done, especially since there was juice all over the place. You think I should’ve just, what, walked over it all day? C’mon. That’s crazy.”
    He tilted his head just a little. “What happened with the juice?”
    â€œWhat do you mean, what happened with the juice?” She put the plates on the table, then went to the drawer for forks and knives. “You spilled it all over the floor.”
    â€œI didn’t spill it.”
    She paused, silverware in hand. She’d expected excuses, not outright denial. “Well, I sure didn’t.”
    â€œI didn’t even come in here this morning, I was running late. Had to stop at the Green Bean for coffee.” He glanced at the fridge, then her. “What juice?”
    â€œCertainly not the juice I bought at the grocery store today, since I was forbidden from going.” He gave her a blank look. Ginny sighed. She put the forks and knives on the table next to the plates, then her hands on her hips. “The orange juice we picked up from the convenience store. I woke up in the night and came downstairs and had some juice…”
    Ginny trailed off, trying to remember if she’d put the juice back in the fridge. Sean smiled just a little. She frowned. “I didn’t spill it. I’d remember that.”
    â€œLike you remembered leaving your purse on top of the car? Or when you put your phone in the fridge and the butter in your tote bag?”
    â€œTotally different,” Ginny said crossly.
    Sean said nothing, but this time his smile did crinkle the corners of his eyes in that way she loved so much. It made her want to trace his eyebrows, so finely arched she sometimes teased him that he had a secret waxing habit. It made her want to pull him close and open his mouth with hers and taste him, and if nothing else, she was grateful for that sudden, trip-trapping