Authors: Amie Denman
With a nod, Trish followed him to the back door that led onto the porch. She grabbed her grandmother's old camel-colored coat off the hook by the door and slipped into it. “When will you contact someone about the furniture?” They walked the large deck that made a half circle around the house until they reached the front.
“I'll wait till you call Henry's about the antiques. He'll come by and give you an appraisal. That way you won't give away anything of value.”
“You don't approve, do you?” Trish asked as they walked to his large white van. Handyman Specialist, LLC, was emblazoned in red on the side along with his phone number and website address. Another website address in blue and a different font, cadsbycadman.com, sat under his name.
“We all have to do what we have to do.” Craig turned to survey the Victorian-style home. “I've always liked this house.” His hand on his chin, Craig stood there for several seconds before hitting the side of his van with an open palm. “I'll get back to you with the estimate. Great seeing you again, Trish.”
Trish walked back to the house, remembering when she'd babysat for the Cadmans. Craig was nine and she was twelve. She loved children and always wished she had brothers and sisters. Starting as a mother's helper, Trish took over the full duties of a babysitter eventually when both parents had to work. When he no longer needed a sitter, they spent a great deal of time together as friends. Extremely precocious, Craig had skipped a grade. He adored her and insisted she wait till he grew up so they could marry.
He skipped another grade. By the time she was a junior, Craig entered his sophomore year and seemed determined to catch up with her. Although he was shorter than his entire class, he stayed ahead of everyone scholastically. When she had trouble in algebra, he offered to help and their roles switched.
The memory made her smile. Craig turned out to be far beyond his years in more than academics. The day tutoring led to a kiss, her mother walked in and put a stop to any further education. Her father was transferred soon after, and they had to move.
The three-year age difference seemed less important now than it did then. Thinking back to some of the men she'd dated, Trish couldn't recall their kisses. But Craig stood out.
Copyright © 2016 by Marion Ekholm
ISBN-13: 9781488009181
Carousel Nights
Copyright © 2016 by Amie Denman
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