Ely nodded, but didn’t say anything. His mood was still on a low and even though
he knew better than to forget his manners, he simply couldn’t bring himself to smile.
“It would make things a bit more comfortable for the next couple of hours if you’d
at least tell me your name, Mr. Stranger.”
Well, if that didn’t crack a smile on his face. He often forgot that his business name was LenHob Carpentry. Not many customers really knew his name.
“Ely. Sorry, crappy day.”
Jeri choked back a chortle as she turned to walk down the narrow hall. “Join the club.”
He followed her into a small room in the back of what seemed an add-on part of the building.
“This is the room in need of more space.”
Looking around, knocking on the wall here and there, stepping over piles of
paperwork and files, he said, “I can see that.”
“Can you do some magic here?” she asked hesitantly.
He laughed softly. “Magic is for dreamers. I’m a carpenter.”
her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him
again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.
age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt
turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How
can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake?