Chapter 4
Tony wasn’t kidding about the work. Replastering these old lathboard walls wasn’t for the faint of heart. Not to mention getting up in the ceilings with who knew how many decades of rats, mice, squirrels, and who knew what had lived their lives. There were enough framed paintings and photos on the walls that most mistakes wouldn’t be visible, but he had the idea that if he pulled them all down, he still wouldn’t find many blemishes.
He looked up and saw her smiling as she ran her own hand over the wall.
He’d thought she was cute when he first saw her. With that memory smile on her face, the pride she still obviously had in her college-age work, she was downright beautiful.
Something had been tickling at the back of his brain ever since he’d gotten this job. It finally clicked
