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brows went up. “Geoff?” he said incredulously. “Do you name all your victims before you decapitate them?”
                  I rolled my eyes as I took another grip on the antlers. “ I didn’t decapitate him. He came decapitated,” I said, as if stating the obvious.
                  The man watched me with marked amusement as I tried to heave the stupid heavy thing. “Oh, of course,” he said. “Because otherwise, it’d be ridiculous.”
                  I gave a sigh and rolled my eyes again. If the stranger wanted to chat, he would need to do it while working then. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?” I demanded.
                  The man looked surprised but he only hesitated a moment before carefully approaching the head, looking warily at it as if it might still try and bite him. “What are you trying to do here?” he asked.
                  I jerked my chin towards Mackleson’s Hardware Store. “I’m trying to get Geoff in there,” I said, grunting a little as I pulled. “I need to get him in the back room.”
                  The man looked over Geoff with some hesitation as if he couldn’t believe what he was doing before bending down and grabbing the head around the neck. With a massive heave, he lifted Geoff clean off the ground.
                  “God, how big was this thing when it was alive?” he grunted as he carried him towards the hardware store.
                  “Never mind that. Just don’t bang his antlers as you bring him in,” I said, making sure the whole head fit through the narrow doorway. The man grunted as he followed my lead towards the back room. I quickly opened the swinging doors and held them back so he could come through with Geoff.
                  “You can set him down right there! Next to that light!” I called out. “But be careful! Don’t hurt him!”
                  “Oh, heaven forbid I hurt a dead fucking moose head,” the man grunted as he put down Geoff near the light. But despite his words, he was careful in making sure the antlers didn’t smack into anything.
                  With a huge sigh, the man straightened up. The back room was dim. Only one of the freestanding lights was turned on. But it was enough to dully light up the entire back room.
                  The man looked around slowly in surprise.
                  “What is this?” he asked quietly.
                  I smiled as I looked around the room, a little proud. “It’s my studio,” I said. “It’s where I photograph all my pieces.”
                  “Your pieces?” He looked down at me, eyes dark and curious.
                  I nodded. I gestured towards a large knotted wood bench behind him. “I make furniture,” I said. “And Alex let’s me use the back room here to photograph them. I don’t have enough space to work and photograph at home.”
                  The man turned towards the bench and then whirled around at me in surprise. “ You made that?” he asked incredulously. He gave me a thorough look over, as if judging if someone like me could really possess any carpentry skills at all.
                  I straightened myself up, raising my chin a little. “I definitely did,” I said without an ounce of hesitation. I took a great deal of pride in my work and never took anyone’s belittling of it well.
                  The man stood there, staring at me in silence. Without Geoff between us, I could now get a sense of just how tall this guy was. He literally loomed over me. And with those dark blue eyes searching me, I started to feel my skin prickle with a heat I hadn’t felt in a long while.
                  “What’s your name?” he asked finally.
                  I gave him a bright smile.