Noah peeked up from behind his clear safety glasses, and waved me over.

I closed the door, shrugged out of my coat, then threw it on the sofa.

“Can I try?” I removed the safety glasses from my messenger bag, then stepped closer.

His eyes fell over me with disapproval. Guess he hated my gray T-shirt with red glittery Christmas trees.

“Yeah.”

I slipped on the glasses.

“Stand here.”

Halting before the table, he inched me in front of the saw. “We need a few more strips. I’ll help you with the first two, then I’ll let you cut the rest.”

I nodded.

Locked in his arms a second time this morning felt more exhilarating than the last. The light buzz of the saw motor and his chest pressed against my back warmed me from the inside out.

“Push the saw until the piece of wood you need falls to the floor.”

“Ok.”

His big warm hand rested on mine. Those feelings from last night returned. I felt safe and protected.

“That was good.” He hovered over me as I cut the other trim pieces.

Our furniture and other materials we needed to complete both kitchens arrived shortly after.

“Get those shoulders and arms ready. We’ll install the cabinets here and in your kitchen. It’s better to knock it out in one day.”

I clapped my hands. “Let’s do it.”

We lifted the corner cabinet first. I held it firm against the wall. Noah clutched the power drill, driving the screws into the wood.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. Our cabinets are similar in style and color? Is that bad?”

“No. We share the same bright ideas for kitchen designs. Dark wood stands out.”

“I agree. Can’t wait until my dishwasher is delivered tomorrow.”

“Cook here in the morning so we don’t have to worry about washing dishes.”

“Ok.”

“You can let go.”

I stepped back. The single cabinet sat on the bare wall alone. “Looks good.”

“Installing the middle cabinets will take a little extra time. Now we test your strength.”

We chuckled as we hoisted the next set of cabinets in the air.

“This evening I’m attending the ice-skating event.”

“Ok.”