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Literally.
    “I’m going to get some tools from my truck.” He walked to the door and turned back to look at me.
    The gaze was a little too long. I looked away and grabbed the schedule, pretending to work. I didn’t know whom I was kidding. When Sean was around, it was hard for me to concentrate on anything other than my fingers going around his neck. He might have left me, but my heart hadn’t fully left him, even though I was trying to move on with Donovan.
    Sean was the only handyman around town. He owned Sean’s Little Shack Handyman Service. I hated to admit it, but he was good at what he did. And all the Divas used him. He had them eating out of his hand.
    Within seconds he was back in the shop with all sorts of tools to install the chandelier.
    “So are you dating the teacher?” Sean had grabbed the ladder from the storage room and shimmied up it.
    “We’ve gone on a couple of dates.” I pretended not to pay him any attention. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
    I grabbed a silver cloth and worked my way down the silver findings. They needed to be polished and it was a mindless activity.
    “What do you see in him?” Sean asked before a rush of girls came in the shop. His green eyes pierced me.
    The bell dinged, giving me the perfect excuse to look away from him.
    “Hi girls.” I greeted them and took note of the time.
    They waved and made their way around the shop oohing and awing over the shiny beads.
    Most of the high school girls came in to see what I had put on sale or what my latest creation was. They were perfect advertisements for me. Plus they let me in on all the latest beading designs.
    Every once in a while I would glance over at Sean. He wasn’t dressed in his usual handyman overalls that he insisted he wear while working. He was in a pair of light colored jeans and a black plaid long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up perfectly on his toned forearms.
    His shaggy blond hair was perfect next to his tanned face. His jaw set tense as he concentrated on not getting electrocuted.
    Girls, girls, girls . Sean’s phone sang out from the cell phone clip that was pinned on his belt.
    “You still have Mötley Crüe as your ringtone?” I rolled my eyes.
    The girls giggled from the other side of the room. They pointed and stared at Sean. He was hot.
    “Sean’s Little Shack,” he answered and got down from the ladder.
    While he put the ladder back into the storage room, I tried to listen to what he was saying, but couldn’t make it out.
    “I’m back.” Marlene strutted back into the shop. “Bernadine said she’d just meet you at the fat meeting.”
    “Seriously?” I asked Marlene. “Don’t you have a filter?”
    “What?” She shrugged. “I call it what it is.”
    I shook my head. It was almost time for my weekly Food Watchers meeting and weigh-in. I was starving and I hoped the scales showed it.
    “Hey, handsome.” Marlene squealed when Sean came out of the storage room. “I didn’t know you were here or I would have come back sooner.” She winked, chomped her gum, and ran her finger down his arm. He blushed. “If you need a date to the Barn Dance, let me know.” She winked and blew him an air kiss.
    “I don’t think I could handle a woman like you,” Sean’s southern drawl was reeling Marlene right on in.
    “I’ll be gentle,” she teased and looked at me. “What?” she asked when she saw I was not amused. “Holly Harper, how can you not look at those eyes and be drawn back in? You were one lucky girl.”
    “He was one lucky guy.” I directed her to the stacked boxes.
    “Slave driver.” She wiggled her way back over to the unfinished boxes.
    She did make me wonder whom Sean would take to the annual Barn Dance. He never missed it and was never alone.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    “I’m going to kill Henry Frisk!” Bernadine stomped her feet as we waited in line to be weighed at our weekly Food Watchers meeting. Her jade eyes narrowed, and she folded her