style="font-size:15px;"> “That’s what my mother calls it when you have a repairman popping in and out interrupting you. You know, pardon me ma’am but may I borrow a wrench? May I use your restroom? May I have a drink of water?”
Brett grinned. “I shouldn’t need any wrenches.”
But he’d be underfoot all day. She glanced again at the garage. Did it truly need sprucing up? “It’s nice of you to paint Joe’s garage.”
His eyes twinkled. “Not really. He’s paying me.”
Should she invite him in? Offer a cup of coffee to start his day? She couldn’t afford to have him engage Davy in lengthy conversation and risk making him late for school.
“Do you want my banana, Brett?” Davy called from the kitchen table, just out of the cowboy’s line of vision.
Brett’s amused gaze momentarily caught hers, then he called back. “Thanks. But I’ve had breakfast. That banana’s all yours.”
“I don’t like bananas.”
Great. He’d kept quiet about that.
“This one has legs, too.”
Brett raised a brow and she nodded.
“And eyes,” Davy added.
As Brett’s disbelieving gaze questioned her, Abby sighed and stepped back from the open door. “Come on in. You may as well see for yourself.”
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