Falling for a Former Flame by Brenna Jacobs

Author:Brenna Jacobs [Jacobs, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Four Petal Press
Published: 2019-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Fletcher’s three-day convalescence would, he knew, kill him. He’d been hurt in high school sports enough to know that the “play through it” mentality impressed a coach but not a trainer. If getting back into the job was his goal, resting his head was the right road.

By day two, he was climbing the walls. Not literally, of course. He cleaned Rose’s bathrooms from ceiling to floorboards. He vacuumed the entire house and took her car to the detail carwash. Then he power-washed the driveway, and by that time it was only 10:30 a.m.

“Let’s take a walk,” Rose suggested. “You’re pacing a track in my floor.”

“Give me something else to do around here. It’s not even noon.” Fletcher stopped walking circles around the living room.

“And look how much you’ve accomplished,” she said.

He scowled.

“You should go over to Hadley’s shop. She’s always got more to do than she has time for.”

“I’d love to help her, but what can I do? I can hardly rewire her electrical system in the next two days.” Fletcher knew his voice sounded whiny and he stopped talking before he made it worse.

“I don’t mean a complete rehab. But she’s got a million projects. Maybe there’s one perfect for a guy with a sprained brain.” Rose handed him his sweatshirt and nudged him out the door. He was making himself crazy, and it looked like he was bugging her, too.

When he pushed inside the Second Glance front door, Hadley looked over to see who had come in.

Did he imagine that she startled? He didn’t imagine her smile. She looked glad to see him.

“I thought you’d be laying in a hammock waiting for someone to bring you a tropical drink about now,” she said, the corner of her mouth twitching the way it always had when she was teasing him.

She really was so beautiful.

Why, he asked himself, are you thinking about that?

He didn’t have to answer. He could see.

Shaking his head, he smiled back at her and asked, “How many daiquiris can a guy be expected to drink in one morning?”

She nodded. “Good point. What’s happening?”

“I am here to be a partially useful laborer. You can have the use of both of my arms, both legs, and about half my brain.” The rest of my brain, he did not say, is busy thinking about this girl I know.

“That’s a pretty good offer,” she said. “And it just so happens that I have a job for half a brain. Follow me.”

She led him through a maze of book stacks, tables, and shelf units until they ended up in a nook by the rear wall.

“I’m about to blow your mind,” she said.

He fought the urge to reach for her. She was completely irresistible. “Thank you for the warning.”

“My pleasure. Okay. These two boxes,” she gestured to the two hulking cardboard containers taking up most of the nook, “have board games in them. I have this fantasy of creating one of those board-game diners in here.”

“You’re turning this into a restaurant?”

“No, but I’m zoned to sell and serve food in here.

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