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.
Scott looked down at Jeri through eyes the colour of chocolate brown. She stared at him. He was about the same height as Ely, his hair was a dirty blond rather than dark and the ends curled up like fish hooks around the edge of the hat.
She thought, Ely had been the highlight of her day, but Scott evidently came from the same gene pool.
Or at least similar.
Jeri was still unable to speak but when she noticed him raising his eyebrow, she forced herself to shake his hand.
“Thank God, you’re here,” she said with a croaky voice.
He smiled again, and she nearly had to hold on to something or at least lock her knees.
She continued to stare at him as he took in the situation.
“Any major damage?” he asked
And that’s when she stopped comparing him to her carpenter. Her stare turned into a glare and with hands on hips she said, “Not at all. I simply wanted to meet you.”
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