His new secondhand bike had duct tape on the seat and mismatched pedals. Tonight his broad shoulders were uncharacteristically slumped. I thought about not asking for his help, but I pictured that broken swing. The big bass drum in my head started booming again. Guilt made way too much noise. I pulled up next to him and lowered the passenger-side window. “Hey.”His gray eyes brightened as he straddled his bike and placed his palms on the roof of my car. Tonight he smelled of an ocean breeze and just enough sweat to remind me he was a guy who knew how to work. “Hey.”“Going to play Trash Man?” I asked.That incredible half smile curved his lips. When I was with Duncan, the entire universe was in order. “Someone’s gotta keep the evil garbage of this world in its place. So what’s up?”Even though he looked exhausted, I reached across my car and opened the passenger door. “I need a hammer.”When we reached the Tuna Can, I pointed to the porch. “There it is. Do you think it will fit in the trunk?”Duncan grabbed his toolbox from the backseat.
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