❀ Amy ❀
When Clark knocked on my front door just after noon, I already knew what he was there for. Pipes. Repairs. Reality. He greeted me with that easy, too-handsome smile, a clipboard in one hand and a faint smudge of grease on his forearm like he had just stepped off the cover of a blue-collar romance novel.
"I got the quote ready," he said, as he lifted his clipboard. “Camden and I worked it out this morning,” he added. I stepped aside to let him in. I mentally prepared myself for the amount on whatever quote he and his brother had worked on. While Angelique had promised to settle the bill, I was still secretly hoping it wouldn’t be too much.
“Do you want coffee? Water?” I asked as I led him into the kitchen. But Clark shook his head.
“No, I’m good. This isn’t going to take long,”
