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“You made all this?”

Kathryn ducked her head shyly. “I even hooked the rug.”

Impressed, Jake lifted his eyebrows. This was a woman of immense talent. “I suppose you painted the cabinets in the kitchen, too.”

“Who else? There’s no one here but me.”

“I thought you lived with your mom.”

Kathryn dipped her chin, dropping her gaze. “I—I did. She passed ten months ago, and before that she was far too immobile to stencil cabinets.”

Jake let that sink in. After a moment, he muttered, “We ought to get on our way.”

He mused that, if things went well with the shop, maybe he and Frankie could find their own place and hire Kathryn Stepp to decorate it.

Suddenly an idea sprang into his mind. What if he could convince his brother to hire Kathryn? Jake would benefit from this, too.

At least that was what he told himself.

It was a far more comfortable thought than the idea that he might like having Kathryn Stepp around the ranch.