Author's Note: Hey there, still reading? If so, here's your reward... well, you can ask my friend M if *she* thinks it's a reward and you might get another story, but if you look to the right... no, further down... further.... a little further... you see the pic? That's my Ford. I mean, not *my* Ford, he's mostly Kristen's, but she's good at sharing :D Isn't he the yummiest grumpy contractor you've ever seen? Okay, okay, I know he's not *really* a contractor, and he isn't 38. He's actually the same age as I am, and even though I *feel* like closer to 40 at times, I'm actually not.
Hm... I'm feeling awfully chatty today... don't know why, but I'm in a pretty good mood this evening. I accredit three things to this good mood: A) my vacation time was approved and I'm going to Florida! (which is like halfway around the world for me, so it's a bigger deal than it sounds); B) I wrote over 10,000 words this past weekend (!). I don't have any delusions of being able to keep that tempo up, but it still bought me a couple of days of breathing time to meet my goals; and C) I finally get to show you Ford! Yay! Okay, I guess I should also mention that I got a new story idea for a chicklit today, and I'm super excited about that project. But TK's on the pic, y'all! It's a hard one to top.
Anywayssssss.... here comes the continuation of Build Me Up. I have a feeling my friend Daisy is going to be disappointed... dun-dun-dun...
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“Your wallpaper sucks,” Kristen commented as she lay spooned in Ford’s arms.
“Is that the official interior designer’s opinion?” he teased and bit her shoulder gently.
“Actually, an interior designer deals with the structure itself, the interior decorator deals with ugly ass wallpaper.”
“So you’re both?”
“I’m a woman of many talents,” Kristen said smugly and turned around to face him.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed with a matching grin.
“How could you have possibly thought you could walk away from all this?” Kristen teased, making a gesture that covered her entire body.
“I must have had a bad case of heat stroke,” he said solemnly.
“It’s winter.”
“From sticking my head in the furnace, then.”
“Hey, what did I miss yesterday, by the way? On the site, I mean.”
“A whole lot of moping going on.”
“Aww… Ray and Johnny missed me that much?” she mocked, referencing two of Ford’s employees.
“I wouldn’t know. I didn’t really talk to anyone.”
“What? You didn’t even bark orders at them?”
“Well… maybe once or twice.”
“Thought so.”
“Are you coming out to the site today?”
“I have some follow-up meetings with the paint supplier and the hardware store owner.”
“You’re buying locally?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah. Why not? I’m supporting the local economy. Besides, I trust them to know what works best in trying to preserve most of the old charm.”
“You’re not tearing down the old cottage?”
“Unless we get approval from the board, I can’t.”
“But if you got the approval you needed, you’d bulldoze it down?”
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Build Me Up (NaNoWriMo)
RomantizmKristen Barnes has become successful as an architect catering to the rich. Hired to design yet another millionaire's dream home in a small but wealthy town in Massachusetts, she runs into trouble. Trouble in the man-shape of a construction company o...
