He wasn’t there long. Got the statements, did some searches, found nothing concreteandleft. But it was close to eight and no reason to go back to Andi’s then.

He could have. He knew that. But she had to get up early the next day and there was no use running there for an hour when she needed the sleep.

Saturday was a late day for her and she was tired. He could hear it in her voice. Sunday, they did make plans and went to Boston on the ferry and he showed her around some.

During the week, they were both slammed but found time to have lunch one day and dinner the next.

His body was on fire and he wasn’t sure the last time he’d dated someone this long before he hit the sheets.

Then he had to remind himself it’d only been five weeks since she’d fallen down the slope and he found her.

Close to a month of dating but not like it was daily that they saw each other.

Today he was taking her to his house since she’d asked to see it.

“Hi,” she said, jumping in his SUV before he could even get out.

“Hey,” he said. “You’re chipper today.”

“I’m thrilled to have a light day,” she said. “And to spend it with you.”

“Did you schedule it light on purpose?” he asked.

It was two and she’d gotten home a little after one.

“I had two appointments this morning and the one for the afternooncanceledon me earlier in the week and rescheduled for next Saturday.”

“That stinks that people do that,” he said. “Do you know why?”

She turned and looked at him while he pulled out of her driveway.

“No. Most people schedule on my app and I just get a notification of it and approve it. They can text or call me if they need more time than something listed or give notes of things they want done and I can adjust my calendar. But once this client canceled, I went in and blocked the afternoon off so no one else filled the slot.”

“Oh,” he said. “I had no idea it worked that way.”

Guess he should. He wasn’t ready for another cut yet but would be soon. He hadn’t figured that out. If Amanda would be upset or not if he went back to Andi. Or if Andi would be.

Who the hell thought getting a haircut would be this stressful of a thing?

“Technology does make things easier. When I had my accident, Amanda was able to sign into my account and get the information to contact people. That is what happened there. People still do call the salon asking to set up appointments, and since I’m new, they will refer clients to me and my profile on the website.”

He nodded his head and drove home. It was less than ten minutes away and only because they were hitting lights.

“My brother put in an offer on this house,” he said, pointing it out.

“That’s great,” she said. “Did you know he was going to? There is no for sale sign out front.”

“Last week at Thanksgiving they talked about it and were going to get an appointment to check it out. The sellers weren’t around because of the holiday and didn’t want anyone in it, so they didn’t get a chance to look at it until two days ago. They put an offer in and are still in negotiations.”

“It looks to be big,” she said.

“It is. Right now, Mac’s house, which he owned before he met Sidney, is too small. He has three bedrooms and one full bath upstairs. The bedrooms aren’t that big either and with twinsandSidney needing an office, it’s not enough.”

“I’ve noticed that a lot of the older homes on the island are either smallcottage-styleones or big old massive places. It’s like there is noin between.”

“I think years ago that was the case. People had vacation homes on the island and weren’t looking for a ton of space for that. Those who lived here did build bigger homes.There are newer homes goingup a lotorhomes being rehabbed. I live in one of the older sections. It’s funny, but my house is a decentsize. I’d say average but more than enough space for me. It needed work like a lot of houses do if you can afford to buy.”

“The houses are pricy,” she said. “Even rent is.”