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“Thanks for saving me.”
“Glad we made it in time. Thanks for being quick to dump your chute when the tree broke. That chunk of tree probably weighed more than my helo. Would have been bad.”
Mallory smiled up at Stacy. But she couldn’t help notice Ty watching her from under the flop of his hair.
“What’s his story?” Then she kinda wished she hadn’t asked.
Stacy didn’t glance around, but did give her a knowing smile—just the way Meaghan used to when a boy was hitting on Mallory. “Ty has been our handyman all summer. He’s good. We’re really going to miss him when he goes back to school.”
Mallory watched him as he hustled among the three helos. He moved like he knew what he was doing. He also kept doing extra things. Because Stacy wasn’t in her helo, Mallory could see him double-checkin
