Randall was at the house exactly at ten o’clock. Exactly how he’d managed to be so precise, Joanna didn’t know. Flagstaff wasn’t a huge town, but the traffic there could still get nasty, especially in the downtown area where he lived.
Because they were going to be working, she hadn’t made any special effort with her appearance, although it had taken an effort of will to prevent herself from putting on a second coat of mascara or exchanging her usual tinted lip balm for something a little deeper. No, she’d braided her hair out of the way and put on a faded chambray shirt and jeans with ripped-out knees, and told herself any primping would be silly.
And since he showed up in old jeans and a flannel shirt with some frayed spots along the cuffs, she was glad she’d followed her instincts.
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