Jeri lives in Hobart where she owns a gallery. Since her divorce, many years ago, she's finally ready to "be" with a man again. But finding the right one seems to be harder than she thought.
It was about five o’clock when Ely drove by Jeri’s gallery. He went to the back again and knocked at the door.
He knocked again, this time a little harder.
Turning around, he took in that there was still a car in the small drive way and as he was about to head over someone opened the door.
“Well, if it isn’t my carpenter with the magic wand,” Jeri cooed.
Not able to hold back, he smiled, enjoying the sight of her. She looked tired, though, with shadows under her eyes. No wonder, he thought, she must have worn herself out entirely, mopping, cleaning the flooded room, and possibly rescue her exhibits.
He was about to ask how things were going when she said bluntly, “I’m not sure I want you in this building.”
His brows shot up. “Beg yours?”
“You heard me. You and your sexy body are not allowed any further than this door.”
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