Gina lined up the last hanger, knowing it would get moved the moment the client entered the closet. She didn’t care. This was the last closet at Sweet Breeze, the end of a huge, seven-month project that she’d busted her back to finish on time.
Satisfaction sang through her, despite the fact that tomorrow, she didn’t have another job lined up. She needed some time off after putting in eighteen-hour days for the last three weeks.
Stepping back, she said, “It’s done.” A smile accompanied the statement, and she wished Owen were beside her. He was due to arrive any moment, and Gina stood in the closet hoping he’d get there soon.
“Gina,” he said from behind her, and she left the closet and hurried through the bedroom.
“Come see,” she said. “It’s done.”
Owen grinned at her, because it wasn’t
