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.
He turned and met her gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. "Nice meeting you too. So you think there’s a broken pipe?”
She was about to strangle him and desperately hoped for Ely’s job to be a quick one so he’d return before she’d commit a crime. She let out a long breath and then said as calm as possible, “I run a gallery and these are my exhibits. At the moment the damage is a flooded floor and possibly some damage to the furniture. I’m not sure, I’ve been busy mopping.” Jeri studied him for a reaction but when none came she continued. “So there's obviously a broken pipe somewhere and I assume Ely thought you to be the best person to fix it.”
Although it was on the tip of her tongue to add that she doubted it, but thought she’d better keep that thought to herself.
He nodded. “I get you dry and fixed in no time.” And then he left. Hopefully in search for the leaking offender.
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