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“Are you hungry?” I ask him as I walk into the living room. “I could make us something to eat or go grab us something.”
“I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” I ask him and he gives me a dry look.
I grin and take a seat next to him on the couch. His cane is resting on the cushion between us and I glance at it and then back over to his leg.
“How were you injured?” I ask. “The file didn’t say. Just that you needed a live-in caregiver for recovery.”
“In Afghanistan,” he says, looking away from me and I can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about it, so I change the subject.
“What are you doing for recovery? Do you go to physical therapy?”
“I’m setting that up still.”
Okay, he clearly doesn’t want to make small talk.
“Honey Peak seems like a cute town. I’ve never been here before,” I tell him.
He just nods in return and I smile. Heath seems like a tough cookie and I kind of like that. He’s a bit grumpy and I wonder how much of that is because of the accident and how much is just him.
“Are you in pain?” I ask, wondering if he needs medicine or something.
“No.”
“Have you been in Honey Peak long?”
“No.”
“I’m originally from Traverse City. I worked there at this little tourist shop right on the water. Great views, but the pay wasn’t the best.”
I can see him listening to me but he doesn’t say anything.
“Then I saw the ad for Home4You and applied. The pay is a lot better with this job, plus I don’t have to worry about rent if I’m a live-in caregiver,” I say with a smile.
Heath grunts and I take that as a good sign.
“Did you want me to do anything?” I try and he shakes his head.
There’s a sound by the door and I look over just in time to see a little boy come running in. I’d guess he’s about ten or so, but I’m not great at judging ages.
“Uncle Heath!” he shouts as he hurries over to his side of the couch. “I’m so glad that you’re here!”
“Hey, Brennan! How was school?” Heath asks and his whole demeanor changes as soon as his nephew is with him.
I smile as I watch the two interact.
Then another man comes in, his arms full of groceries. I leap to my feet to help him, and he smiles when he sees me.
I know right away that these two are related. They have the same brown hair, the same angular nose and high cheekbones.
“Hey, I’m Patrick. Heath’s brother,” he says as I take one of the bags from him.
“I’m Corrine.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I say honestly and we carry the bags into the kitchen.
