“Fixing your mailbox.” Baxter blinked, his eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head. “It was broken?” “Bent.” “Oh.” He watched me for a few seconds, then started to shiver. His hands climbed to his arms, crossing so he could rub himself warm. “Do you…need help?” I could tell he was confused. Hell, I was too. Why I felt the need to fix everything in his life for him was a mystery. Maybe it was because I cared about him? My cheeks flushed. “I’ll bring you more coffee.” Baxter darted away and I groaned as I watched his long legs eat up the sidewalk. When he took the steps on the porch his ass tested
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