“At first I told him to pour gasoline on it and throw a match at it, but then I got a better idea. We could strip the interior out, take it to a body shop and get the roof repaired, and then have it custom painted and”—she clapped her hands once—“we’d have our trailer for future shows at a fraction of the cost of a new one.”

“That’s a great idea,” Mitzi said. “You want us to go get this finished and set it aside? We could be out there in fifteen minutes to help out.”

“No, I’ve hooked up to it in my old truck lots of times. I’ll bring it back here and park it out back. After we get done with the bridal show, we can start work on it and then haul it over to Jason’s Body Shop. He’s really good with that kind of work.” Jody headed for the back door. “And besides, Quincy will be there in case I need any help.”

Her faded-blue vehicle looked more than a little bit like a poor country cousin when she arrived and parked beside his brand-new truck. He waved from the place where the garden had been and started toward her. Tonight he wore wrinkled jeans and a knit shirt that hugged his body. His scuffed-up boots said they’d seen lots of hard work, and his straw hat bore sweat marks.

“I was ready to invite you out to roast marshmallows and make s’mores while we burned this thing to the ground.” He grinned.

For the first time, she noticed that he had a dimple on the right side of his cheek. “Why waste good marshmallows? We couldn’t eat them. They’d be poisoned.”

“But you’re willing to keep the thing, knowing that whatever you do with it will bring back memories?” he asked.

“When I get done with it, there will be nothing left to remind me of my time with Lyle.” She told him what she had in mind.

“That’s crazy. You could buy one and not have to do all that work. You’ll have to be careful not to do anything that will wind up knocking holes through the exterior walls.”

“That’s really none of your business. Maybe tearing it all out will bring me complete closure. It’ll leave me with an empty shell to rebuild the inside however I want,” she said.

“Women!” He threw up his hands.

“What about women?” She raised both eyebrows.

“You always overthink everything. Lyle’s a bastard who had an affair and left you. Get over it.”