Noah’s POV
One Year Later
Hoisting up the planks of wood from the flatbed of my truck to my shoulder, I turn toward the house just as the sound of a car engine attracts my attention.
Seconds later a car door slams across the road before a voice calls out to me.
‘Noah!’ the familiar sound of my closest friend Eden reaches me, and I quickly drop the planks, pulling off my work gloves so I can open my arms to embrace the woman who barrels into my chest, folding into me easily.
‘Gorgeous! To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?’ I ask affectionately, pulling back and taking a cursory look around her as her smile grows.
‘He’s not here’ she laughs, shaking her head at me as I feign shock.
‘Please, that neanderthal is probably behind one of those trees over there with binoc
