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and Galen began scooping some roast and veggies onto it.
    “Enough?” Galen asked, and Patrick nodded.
    Galen then passed the platter to Myka and waited until she was finished before filling his own plate. She couldn’t deny he had great manners.
    “Patrick, don’t forget your salad.”
    “Aw, I don’t want none,” he scoffed.
    “It’ll help you grow big and strong,” Galen said before flexing his bicep at him.
    Patrick’s eyes widened, and he piled some lettuce high on his plate before smothering it in dressing. She wished she was able to convince Patrick to eat the things he didn’t necessarily want with that trick, but was sure her muscles weren’t anywhere near as convincing as Galen’s. After she and Galen got their salad, they began to eat. When Galen took his first bite, his eyes closed, and he groaned.
    “Something wrong?” she said in alarm.
    His hazel eyes opened, and the force of his stare slammed into her.
    “Sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal this incredible.”
    “Thank you.” She smiled. “There’s plenty. Don’t be shy. I have pie for dessert.”
    “Pie? Ohhhh. I think I’m in heaven,” Galen answered.
    Myka’s tummy warmed with contentment at the compliment.
    “That’s where Daddy is,” Patrick said before cramming some roast into his mouth.
    Galen cast a quick glance at Myka before taking another bite.
    “Heaven is lucky to have him,” Galen said.
    Myka’s tension drained as easily as it had mounted when Patrick seemed satisfied with Galen’s comment. The rest of dinner was fairly quiet, her attention captured by the amount of food Galen ate. She and Patrick usually had loads of leftovers from pot roast night, but now barely enough remained for one plateful—which was a good thing in her opinion since she wouldn’t have to figure out how to get it all eaten before it went bad. She hated wasting food.
    After Galen and Patrick helped her clean off the table, she cut pieces of peach pie for them all.
    “Can I watch cartoons while I eat my pie?” Patrick asked.
    “You know we don’t watch television while we eat, right?”
    He frowned and shook his head.
    “But I’ll let you do it this one time.”
    “Woo hoo!” Patrick jumped up and carried the pie as fast as he could without spilling it toward the living room.
    “He’s a great kid,” Galen said before taking a bite of the pie.
    This time when he closed his eyes and moaned, she forced back a giggle.
    “He is a great kid. Would you like some coffee?”
    “If it’s not an inconvenience.”
    “None at all.” She poured them both a cup before sitting back down. “You have a way with him,” she said before taking a bite.
    Galen said nothing. As far as she could tell thus far, he wasn’t a man of many words. Some might take that as a sign that he was hiding something, and he very well could be for all she knew. He had an edge about him that she couldn’t quite describe. It was as if his quietness was deliberate. Deliberate for what reason she wasn’t sure. If she had to take a guess, she’d say that he did it to blend into the background.
    Even when he’d approached her from the tree line, he’d had a way with his body language. He was one of those rare people who could communicate with his actions in a way that was natural and unnoticeable until scrutinized. People spoke volumes with body language regularly, but most didn’t realize they were doing it. On the other hand, most didn’t pick up on it either, so reliant on technology for communication in this day and age.
    Galen didn’t strike her as a guy who’d give much notice to today’s gadgets and technology. He reminded her of a predator who relied solely on instinct. She didn’t understand why she thought all of this about someone she’d only just met, and chastised herself for jumping to conclusions about him when she had no idea if anything she was thinking was true. Judging people without knowing them was one of man’s