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Maya saw where he was headed. “Sawyer—”

“I apparently need a babysitter—” he grimaced over the word “—to make sure my headache doesn’t get worse and that I slap ice on my shoulder periodically. You need a place to stay for a while. I’ve got a spare room I never use. You’d be doing me a favor.”

What other options did she have? She wanted to be with her son, and that would be difficult at best in a hotel room. It could take weeks to find an apartment.

“So, what do you say?” he asked. “Are we going to be roommates, you and me and Joey?”

Maya hesitated. “Okay, but this is very temporary, just until you’re back on your feet and I find a place to live.”

“Temporary, right,” he said, still smiling. “Got it.”

But seeing the satisfaction on his face, Maya wondered if he did.