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Eli wiped sweat from his brow as he swung the door back and forth. The cool breeze from outside felt good against his skin. It had been a long time since he’d done something as simple as replacing a door hinge, but after seeing Leanne’s poor fiancé stuck in that wheelchair while she worked on making arrangements to house Eli’s film crew, how could he not offer to help when the front door suddenly stuck and wouldn’t close? He wasn’t used to feeling useful—like he was needed. It turned out that he liked it. A lot.
At first Leanne had said no when Eli offered to run to the tiny place they called a hardware store—like he was above mundane errands. That had only made him insist harder that he should go. So what, he made a lot of money making movies. He was tired of being treated like he was
