She hired me to build her house. She didn’t expect me to tear her open.
She’s standing in the middle of her new foundation, fire in her eyes, clipboard in her hand, and curves that could bankrupt me.
Her fiancé cheated. I shouldn’t care. I’m just the contractor.
But I see the way she bites her lip when she looks at the site plans. I see the way her hands shake when she says she wants it hers, not theirs.
So I build. I stay late. I listen harder than her ex ever did.
I’m the man who installs load-bearing walls. I’m the man who pulls permits while she pulls my hair. I’m the man who waits in her sunroom, hoping she forgives me for hesitating once.
She wanted studs and screws. She got me.
She didn’t just hire me. She homesteaded my heart. Now she gets the deed.
Read on for sunroom forgiveness, emotional blueprints, filthy contractor obsession, and a man who almost lost her—and built her a second chance by hand. HEA Guaranteed!
Don’t waste your time. Not worth the read if you valué character development, heat in love stories, and a plausible HEA. You’ll find none of that in this story.
This could have been a winner IF:
1) The tone had stayed steady
2) The authors stopped using trite phrases like “taking up space”, “feeling small”, “permanence”, etc.
3) They hadn’t moved from speaking in full sentences that went deep into feelings to short-hand rápid fire speech. By the way, that type of staccato style IS ANNOYING and only works in movie / TV rom coms.