Chapter 8
Adam squinted against the bright sun as he checked off each item on the delivery slip. Wood was on one side of the yard and other supplies were stacked in neat piles on the side next to Mel’s garage.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Melinda appear from around the house, wearing a floral sundress and bright green flip-flops to match. Beaming and carrying a mug of what he guessed would be coffee. “Good morning,” she called.
“Hey. You look terrific.” He thought he saw a faint hint of color rise in her cheeks.
“I’m a morning person. There’s nothing better than having my feet hit the ground at a dead run.” She held out the mug to him. “Coffee?”
“You’re an angel in flip-flops.” He grinned.
“Caffeine is a major food group for me and I suspect it is for you too. After all, don’t
