Chapter Six
He ran the sander over the old screen door, feeling it vibrate in his hands as he smoothed out the splintered wood and rough spots and the last of the old paint. He was wearing earplugs and protective glasses, his back turned to everything and everyone else in this house, which was finally coming together.
The tradespeople were there, and the house was hopping. At the same time, he was thinking of everything he still needed to finish. He felt a hand on his arm and turned off the sander, then lifted his gaze to see Elizabeth, wearing a cream-colored bomber jacket, her dark hair high in a ponytail, her cheeks red from the winter cold. She appeared far from happy.
He gave a yank on his earplugs and tossed them onto the door frame with the protective glasses. Around them were th
