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Faith had the kids on a blanket eating peanut butter sandwiches in the front yard. Every time she looked at the house she wanted to cry, it was a wreak. The wood on the front steps was rotten, she would have to fix that, for now she had to go in the back door of the house.

The house had thirty years of dust and dirt and spiders. It would take her two days of cleaning to make a dent, some of the roof needed repairing, luckily her dad was a builder and she knew how to do a lot of the needed repairs herself. When the kids were done eating, she was going to clean their room from top to bottom and make pallets on the floor, they were going to nap while she tackled the rest of the house. The moving van with her furniture would be here tomorrow morning and she had to at least get the house clean so she could move her stuff in.

She had bought a ton of cleaning supplies at the local grocery store, she had packed the kids clothes and some of their toys in the car, so they would be occupied. She had a busy evening in front of her.

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Faith flopped on the living room floor. It was one in the morning and she had cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, there wasn't a inch of dust left, even if the place was a wreak it was a clean wreak, at least the floors were hard wood, she had cleaned and polished each one and they looked good, of course some of the wallpaper sucked in the bathrooms, but that wasn't important for now, she would have to work on the outside of the house, but that too could wait till tomorrow, she didn't have to start at the diner for a week, so she had time to get things in order.

She pushed herself off the floor and walked in the kitchen, she had brought her coffee maker with her and she made a pot of coffee, she knew the kids would be up early but she couldn't sleep, she might as well have some coffee and then she was going to take a look at the front porch and steps and see how bad it was, there was plenty of loose lumber laying around the porch, like maybe somebody had thought to repair it but never did, she thought maybe she could get started tonight.

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Mark's eyes were burning as he drove home, he really did need some help in the bar. He never got to bed before four am and then he had to be back at the bar by eleven or twelve because he opened at two. He needed someone to do the opening work, someone to work eleven to six would be great. Then he could come in the evening before the rush hit, he was losing too much sleep doing this by himself. He had opened the bar a year ago when he retired and it was doing great. He pick Sandflats because he grew up there, he knew the locals. His parents had moved them to Houston when he was sixteen, but he had fond memories of growing up in the small town.

The problem with Sandflats, was most of the people were retired, they weren't looking for a job.

The young people that were here, commuted to a larger town to work and the women were stay at home moms, finding someone to work was hard.

He thought about the woman that came in the bar today, he smirked , he wondered if she had turned back around where she came from and headed back when she seen the dump she owned.

His own house was a mile or two from hers, he had brought some property when he retired and had the house built, Mark had money and he liked nice things and the house was great. It had six bedrooms, three full baths, a pool, a jacuzzi, he had a workout room built in the basement. He even had a theater built in.

There was no one but him, but he had worked hard at his wrestling career and he felt he deserved the nice things his wealth had afforded him.

Mark slowed down as he came up on the McAllister place. He was surprised to see the front porch lights on and the woman on the porch steps hammering from the looks of it. He glanced at his watch, it was after three in the morning.

He realized he had been wrong about her, she must be damn determined if she was still working on the place at three in the morning.

Mark knew he was going to regret it, but he slowed his Expedition and pulled in the driveway.

Faith stopped what she was doing and stood up looking at the, wondering who would be out at three in the morning.

When she seen the big man step out of the Expedition, she knew it was the man from the bar.

He stopped in front of the steps and her eyes couldn't help but run over his big frame, this was one big man. "Hi."

Mark nodded. "A little early or late depending on how ya look at it, to be out here working."

Faith fiddled with the hammer in her hand. "Well I have a week before I have to start work, I have to get this place livable for the kids."

He looked at the job she had done fixing the steps, she knew what she was doing. "That roof leaks, you're going to have to get that fixed."

"I am, going to work on that tomorrow after I get the supplies I need." She said.

Mark frowned. " A woman ain't got no business crawling around on a roof, what if you fell with no one around, do you even have a phone?"

Faith shook her head. "I'm getting the phone turned on tomorrow, I'll be fine."

She was a little put out by the fact, he thought a woman couldn't do anything, she wasn't a dummy.

"Don't them brats get up early, you should be sleeping." He said.

Faith puffed up a little flames shooting from her eyes. "My babies are not brats."

Mark smirked. "All kids are brats. Have you ate today, you look like you're going to pass out."

"I'm fine." She snapped wanting to smash the hammer on his foot.

Mark grinned, so she could be feisty, she was damn cute when she was mad. "I'll be by before I go to work tomorrow, to fix that roof, you stay off of it, you'll get hurt." He said and turned to get in his vehicle.

"But..no thats not necessary, you done enough...Mr. ..." She trailed off.

Mark turned to look at her. "I told its Mark, whats your name?"

"Faith Gilmore." She said

"Well Faith stay off the roof, I'll see you in the morning." he said and got in his vehicle and took off.

Faith sighed and tossed the hammer down. "High handed man." She snapped.

She didn't want to owe any man anything, she could take care of herself and Mr. Tattoo scared her, not in the way he had at first, but on a deeper level now, she was attracted to him and that scared her, the man was a world away from her, and she had her kids to think about. He didn't like kids that was obvious and she wasn't looking to have some kind of sex fest, so that ruled him out.

Maybe he was helping her so he could get in her pants. Faith shivered at the thought. She might as well try to get some sleep.

She went in the house and switched off the porch light and headed up to bed hoping she could catch a few hours.

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Faith looked at the time, it was seven in the morning, she had been up with the twins for a hour, she had given them some juice and cereal as she had a small cooler with milk and juice in it.

The moving truck would be here at noon with the furniture and refrigerator and stove.

She felt a lot better with the house clean and she would spend the evening getting there stuff unpacked. She was beginning to feel better about the move.

Faith poured her more coffee and washed the twin's bowls and set them in the drain.

"Come on babies." She said smiling down at the twins. They grinned a followed their mother out the front door,

She set up the small gated play yard so she could put the twins in there to play safely while she got on the roof and pulled off the messed up shingles. Then she would run into town and get the materials she needed to fix the roof.

She put them several of there stacking toys and a couple of balls and gave them each a kiss, now you two play nice and mommy will get you a ice cream when we get to won.

Both twins jumped up and down ."Yea ice cwrem." Noah yelled.

She smiled and climbed the ladder to start work.

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Mark was in a foul mood since he had to get up even earlier than usual. Mark might not be interested in Faith, but he had been raised right, you don't let a woman any woman , especially one with out a man, a widow at that, do a mans work.

He felt it was his obligation to help her out. Mark had his pickup loaded with supplies to fix the roof.

He pulled in to her drive way and noticed she had the kids penned up. "Good idea." He muttered.

"Didn't know they made cages for kids but its a great idea." He said to himself as he got out of the truck.

Noah watched the big man is fascination. "Hey."

Mark looked at the boy and frowned. The boy didn't have enough sense to be scared of him.

He looked around for Faith, but she was no where to be seen. He turned to look at the boy, was he old enough to answer a question, Mark didn't know squat about kids, he wasn't even sure if these kids were still babies or not, they looked kinda small, but the boy did say a few things. He might as well give it a shot. "Where's your mama?"

The boy cocked his head at Mark. "Mommy up dar."

Isabel looked up at Mark and started screaming.

"Great." He muttered and looked to where the boy was pointing.

"Get the hell of the damn roof!" He yelled when he seen Faith sitting on the edge pulling off shingles.

Faith saw that Isabel was screaming and came down the ladder and pulled the girl in her arms."It's okay." She said patting Isabel's back. The little girl buried her face in her mothers neck.

Mark walked over to his truck and started unloading the things he needed.

Faith set Isabel back down beside her brother. "Don't cry baby, he's not going to hurt you."

Noah took his sisters hand and Isabel sat down to play ball with him.

Faith walked over to Mark. "Look I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I can handle this."

Mark turned to look at her. "You're a woman, you don't need to be laying shingles on a roof, its dangerous work."

Mark gathered up what he needed and walked toward the ladder.

Faith followed at his heels. "I cant pay you...I mean I don't have a lot of spare money right now, thats why I'm doing it myself."

Mark turned. "Did I ask for payment?"

"Uhh no..But I don't want any misunderstandings..What I mean is.. I don't want you to get the wrong idea..I'm not in the market for..Uhh well you know." She said turning bright red.

Mark eyes narrowed. She was nuts, did she really think, he was asking for sex in return for helping her.

Mark put his hands on his hips. "Listen lady..I don't have to coerce woman, I get laid all I want, believe or not most woman find me attractive..I think you're jumping the gun, who says I would even be interested in you?"

Faith turned red. "I didn't mean to imply..."

But Mark cut her off. "Thats exactly what you implied. Listen you can rest your mind at ease, you're not my type, besides those two leaches attached to you, I know your type, you're repressed, you probably hold the sheets over your body while you have sex and lay there waiting for it to be over, no thanks."

Faith was stunned at his words. She couldn't believe this man talked to her this way.

"How dare you talk to me that way..My babies are not leaches and I'm not repressed." She snapped.

Mark laughed outright. "Yea right lady..I'm, not going to argue the point about kids, there all leaches...But you're wound so tight, if a man touched you, you would probably implode."

Faith turned even redder and opened her mouth to speak but she was so mad nothing would come out. She turned on her heel and grabbed her kids in her arms and marched in her house slamming the door.

Mark smiled, that was one way to get rid of her.

Faith did not come back out of the house until she heard his truck leave. She walked out of the house and looked at the roof, he did a great job. "Figures." she mumbled.

She vowed when she got to work and had some money rolling in, she would pay him back, even if she had to give him five dollars a week. She wouldn't owe that man a dime.

The thing was Mark had hit a sore spot with the comment about her being repressed. Her sex life had never been great and Mark was right, she had just basically laid there while Tyler had done his thing, she figured thats why he had started cheating, she was boring in the bedroom.

Thats why she had got so mad, because he was able to see to much in her, and it pissed her off.

Faith decided a trip to town was in order, she need to talk to Lucille Tisdale about her job, she needed to find a daycare center for the twins, so she could work and she had promised them a ice cream.

The movers had called on her newly connected phone to tell her they were going to be late, it would be late evening before they arrived. So she had all day to kill anyway.

Faith got the twins up from their nap and smiled at Noah's antics as she got them dressed. He chattered away about the trip and getting ice cream. She glanced at Isabel with a worried look. Isabel didn't talk and it was starting to worry her, she had taken her to the doctor back in North Carolina and he had said it was nothing to worry about, she was just a late talker.

The doctor said Noah did all her talking for her, it was normal sometimes for one twin to take over in certain developments, but that was almost ten months ago and still she didn't talk.

Faith sighed and she picked up her little girl and hugged her. She supposed another trip to the doctor was in order if she didn't start to speak soon.

Isabel wrapped her arms around her mothers neck and kissed her smiling up at her.

Noah climbed up on his mother as well hugging his sister and mommy. "I love you guys." Faith said.

Noah grinned. "Love you."

"Okay lets get ice cream." Faith said and carried them out to the car.

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Mark sat in Tisdale's Diner tucking away a large breakfast. His companion looked at him in amusement.

"Really Mark, where do you put it?" Della asked.

Mark looked up at Della and winked. "I'm a big boy, I need a big meal."

Della batted her long eyelashes. "Oh I know you're a big boy."

Mark grinned and went back to eating.

Della Felps suited his purposes and he suited hers, she was a real estate agent that worked in the next town over. They had been seeing each other for eight months, they had sex twice a week, he took her out to dinner and breakfast twice a week, she was wonderful in bed, she had her own career, she was successful, and best of all she had no interest in having kids, she was the perfect woman for him, and she was gorgeous to boot, long blond hair big brown eyes and body that made men weep.

"So Mark, when can we get together this week?"

"Well unless you want to come over at three in the morning, lets do Sunday morning since I don't open the bar till four in the afternoon. We'll have all morning." He said as he continued to eat.

"Why don't you get some help Mark? You work too much." She said leaning over to touch his hand.

"I'm trying, its not easy." He said squeezing her hand. Mark had half a mind to take her home and fuck her brains out, but he had to get to the bar shortly.

They both looked up as the bell rang signaling someone coming in. Mark sighed. It was Miss prissy and her two brats.

He watched as she herded her kids to the counter and got them ice cream.

"Do you know her?" Della asked not liking the way Mark was looking at her.

"Yea, she's new in town." And he didn't say more.

Della looked at the woman, she was cute, she would have to keep a eye on this one.

Faith groaned inwardly when she saw Mark sitting in a booth. The she looked at the woman he was with, so thats what he was looking for in a woman, this woman looked sophisticated, like a business woman dressed in her form fitting business suit, every hair in place.

Faith looked down out her own attire of jeans and a t-shirt with oatmeal smudges from the kids hands this morning. No wonder he had blasted her, he had a woman like this, why would he make a pass at her, she felt even more foolish now.

Faith looked at the older woman behind the counter. "Are you Lucille Tisdale.

The lady looked at her with sharp blue eyes and dyed red hair despite her age. "Yea and you are?"

"I'm Faith Gilmore, I talked to you about the job."

"Sorry girl, my niece moved in town and I gave her the job, I have two shifts open from six to midnight on Saturday and Sundays, but thats it take it or leave it." and with that the woman walked off.

Faith couldn't believe it, she had moved her because she thought she had a job, daycares weren't open on weekends, what was she going to do?

Faith took the kids hands and lead them out of the diner in a hurry, she was going to cry and she didn't want to do it in front of a diner full of people.

Mark watched with interest as Faith rushed out with her kids, she looked might upset after talking to Lucille.

He shrugged, it wasn't his problem and he turned back to Della, now here was woman he could enjoy.