Chapter 17
Adam was setting up sawhorses when Mel wandered out the back door. She was wearing jean shorts that hit mid-thigh, a faded novelty T-shirt, and well-worn canvas sneakers. Her copper-colored hair was pulled off her face in a long, wavy ponytail. She wore a mischievous grin that made her amazing, color-changing eyes sparkle.
“Morning,” she said, coming over to stand next to him. “I’ve been dying to talk to you.”
He chuckled, folded his arms over his chest and sat on a sawhorse, careful not to expose his artificial limb. “I’m surprised you didn’t call,” he teased.
“I didn’t want to appear too pushy.” She rubbed her hands together and grinned. “But how did everything go?”
Deciding to keep her in suspense another minute or two, Adam hid his smile. “What are you talking about? I’
