Hearts In Bloom. Mae Nunn

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      “Nice to meet you, Jessica.” Hank turned toward the exit, exposing a long, thin, rat-tail braid that fell about eight inches below his collar.

      “You, too, Mr. Delgado.”

      “It’s Hank,” he called over his shoulder as he passed through the security door. “Mr. Delgado was my daddy.”

      Jessica pulled a key from her pocket. The lock turned easily. Frasier rushed ahead and up the stairs in search of some doggie treasure. The inviting aroma beckoned from behind the ficus grove. Leaning heavily upon the cane, she navigated the usual articles strewn about the floor. She turned behind the potted trees and climbed the steps to the kitchen landing.

      Drew hesitated in the doorway hoping for a true invitation.

      “Hello?” Her voice carried from the kitchen.

      “Yes, I’m here.”

      “Well, why don’t you come on up and help yourself? It’s kind of hard for me to carry three cups these days.”

      That was the only request he was likely to get. He picked his way carefully through the maze of colorful throw pillows that had been tossed or dragged off the furniture. His fingers twitched to return the cushions to their rightful places.

      “Cream and sugar?”

      “Just sugar, please.”

      He rounded the greenery to get his first look at the kitchen, where a garden of potted ferns dangled from the ceiling. Her ceramic mug sat on the counter next to a stack of paper cups, the steaming brew waiting. Piles of magazines teetered on the ledge, pages dog-eared, notes jotted on a nearby legal pad.

      Drew couldn’t help but appraise the woman before him. If it were possible, she was even more rumpled than she had been at their first meeting. But something about her was so appealing.

      Clear fair skin was creased with faint lines around her wide-set eyes. There could be a crayon named for the unique shade of green, but he wasn’t sure. He did, however, know lots of words to describe her mass of blond hair. He fought the desire to reach out and touch the soft tangles that danced around her shoulders.

      Excited barking echoed from the loft upstairs.

      “Would you excuse me for a minute? I need to see what that animal is up to.” She edged past him.

      “Sure.” He hesitated for a moment and then added, “I must be intruding. I’ll just fill our cups and be on my way.”

      “That’s okay. My time is pretty much my own these days, so my work can wait. There’s the sugar. Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”

      She disappeared around the trees and he heard her steady climb up the stairs. Trained to note even the smallest detail, he let his eyes sweep the rest of the kitchen and dining area. There was clutter everywhere. Not trash, because everything seemed clean and useful. Just clutter. The kind he’d been taught to avoid or correct.

      Gardening supplies filled every available space. The built-in wall unit, intended as a china hutch, instead displayed every conceivable hand tool for digging and planting. Judging from the seedling plants crowded onto the pine table and countertops, the local produce market was under serious threat. He sipped cautiously and studied the tags identifying the new crop as cucumbers and squash.

      Jessica made her way back down the stairs. She’d changed into a faded T-shirt and pulled her thick sandy-blond hair into a neat ponytail. He smiled appreciation.

      “If you like yellow squash, you’ve come to the right place.”

      He glanced around the room slowly, his gaze finally coming to rest on her incredible mossy eyes.

      “It looks that way. Actually, I’m wondering how you find the space to cook and serve with all the gardening paraphernalia you’ve got in here.”

      “I don’t do much of either,” she confessed. “We mostly order in or go out for meals, or I just microwave something. For years I lived on poached fish and steamed vegetables. It’s about the only thing I learned to cook, since it only required minimal effort.”

      “From what I’ve seen of your work so far, you don’t seem like the kind of person who avoids effort.”

      “Oh, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “I’ve worked hard all my life to make things happen for myself.”

      He nodded understanding, remembering too well his own misguided concept of being the one in control.

      “It’s just that I never had the time to cook,” she admitted. “When you’re young and don’t have plans for a family right away, you don’t worry about learning things like that. When I finished college I went straight to work. Until a few months ago, there was never any time. So I didn’t bother to learn.”

      She hooked the handle of her cane over the high-backed kitchen chair and continued, “My mama’s a great cook. Maybe one day I’ll practice some of the things I used to watch her do in the kitchen.”

      Drew set his cup on the saucer as he wondered about her injury. “Then we have something in common. My mother is…was a great cook, too.” His mother had been lost years ago at the hands of a drunk driver, and he still had a hard time thinking of her in the past tense.

      “Next time my sister sends me a box of her homemade Tollhouse cookies, I’ll share them with you,” he offered.

      “My favorite! It’s a deal.”

      For the first time, she gave him a sincere smile. As it spread across her face, her eyes rose at the corners and crinkled around the edges. His breath caught in his throat when the eyes narrowed and flashed in good humor. His chest tingled in the strangest way.

      He made a mental note to stick with the decaf he normally drank instead of indulging in this strong Southern brew.

      “I’d better get back outside. As it is, Hank is going to give me a hard time about letting him do all that work by himself.”

      “You said he’s your partner?”

      “Yeah. I’d known him for a couple of years buying parts over the phone from Metro Muscle. We finally met a few months ago at a car show. I’ve always liked this area, so I talked Hank into selling me part of his restoration business.”

      “Good karma.” Jessica’s head bobbed up and down.

      “I don’t believe in karma, but I do believe Hank will put a knot on my head if I don’t get back outside and finish unloading. We still have a full day of moving ahead of us.”

      “If you need anything…”

      “Actually, I was wondering about the churches in this area.”

      “Sorry, that’s not my strong suit. But if you’re looking for an ice-cream shop—” she patted her hip “—I’m your resource.”

      “I’ll remember that.”

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