Lifting her arms as if to scream, Jeri smiled instead, not sure why. And not sure why this guy was affecting her so much. But she liked him. A lot. Looking around, she noticed that, even though he’d stuck to her requests, he had added a few little
extras. Cringing, she stepped closer to inspect what he’d created. Looking closer, though, she saw he’d used a couple of files, probably for measurement—and hey, that was actually a nifty little addition.
She smiled and said to herself, “Mr. Ely. I like your magic wand.”
Her phone buzzed and dragged her back from her daydream. It was Olivia.
“Honey, I’m having a good mood moment here, so if you’re calling me about the
blind date—”
“Calling about the exhibition on Sunday,” Olivia interrupted. “I was wondering
with you having the office re-done whether you’d need help earlier. I can spare a few hours tomorrow.”
“That’d be much appreciated, although it seems the shelf-maker isn’t as messy as
I thought.”
“Shame you didn’t tell me about your shelving before. My neighbour next door is
a carpenter. Ely’s always got brilliant ideas and is an excellent carpenter.”
Jeri clung to the phone as if it were a lifeline. As her eyes swept across the plastic
cover in the room, she felt a lump in her throat and an ache in her heart. She
remembered his name clearly: Ely. It was an uncommon name, and she was sure there weren’t two Elys working as carpenters in Hobart.
What would the odds be on that?
“Your neighbour from last night?”
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?