Good with His Hands by Tanya Michaels

Author:Tanya Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2015-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

10

DANI WAS WRITING up new listings Thursday midmorning when her cell phone rang. She checked the screen. Meg.

“Hey.” She leaned back in her chair. “I was going to call you later. Do you have any lunch plans? The couple I was showing houses to canceled, so I have an unexpected, sinfully indolent gap in the middle of my day.”

There was a pause on Meg’s end. “Thanks for the offer, but I have a lot to do here at the store. We’re transitioning from spring stock to summer.”

Dani bit her lip to keep from laughing. She knew people often put away sundresses for the winter or shoved boxes of sweatshirts under their beds once summer rolled around, but she hadn’t realized there was a difference between spring and summer undies. “Are summer thongs more revealing than the spring ones?”

“Watch it,” Meg threatened. “Your friends-and-family discount isn’t carved in stone, you know. Respect the thongs.”

Not likely. But since she did respect her friend’s business enterprise—and because it was fun to occasionally slip into something uncharacteristically frilly—she didn’t point out that before meeting Meg, she’d been perfectly content buying basic undergarments at retail chains.

“If you’re really too busy with the seasonal thongs to meet for lunch, I understand. But promise me you’ll eat something?” She’d noticed her friend’s usual appetite had disappeared since Nolan called her plump. Meg wasn’t the least bit overweight, but she’d never been as naturally slim as her sisters. “If you’ve been starving yourself because that son of a—”

“Speaking of which. That ‘son of a’ is why I’m calling.”

“Please tell me it’s to say an anvil dropped out of the sky and hit him.”

Meg laughed. “What is it with you and anvils?”

She shrugged, then realized Meg couldn’t see. “Too much Wile E. Coyote in my formative years.”

“Well, Nolan wasn’t knocked unconscious by any falling cartoon props. But he did text me to say we can come get my stuff anytime after four today.”

Meg had been outraged when she’d spoken to him on Monday and he’d told her he changed the locks. He’d refused to let her pick up her belongings without him being there to supervise.

“What does he think I’m going to do?” she’d demanded after ending the call. “Smash his TV set? Steal his spoons? Set his favorite jacket on fire? I’ve got more integrity than that!”

“Too bad,” Dani had joked. “Because those all sounded like pretty decent ideas. Except, if we’re going to steal something, the TV probably has a higher street value than the spoons.”

“Anyway,” Meg continued, “I already talked to Jamie.” He was the brother she’d once tried to fix up with Dani; he was also the brother who owned an extended-bed pickup truck. “He can make this evening work. I know you wanted to come with me for moral support, but if you’re busy...”

Dani did a mental rundown of the showings she’d planned to do, wondering if anything could be rearranged. Having seen how torn up Meg was this week, she didn’t want her friend facing the man who’d broken her heart alone.

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