It hit him—moss green. It would be the perfect shade for the bedroom. Also, the color of Callie’s eyes.
“Tellme again why we’re not hiring a qualified contractor to fix the door?”
Callie climbed out of the car and watched Aspen rise from the passenger side. “Because then I risk the information getting back to my father, which it would, because everyone knows everyone in this miniature town, and then I’ll be in trouble for not lettinghim take care of it. And I don’t want to add anything to his plate right now.”
Aspen’s brows flickered, sympathy darkening her hazel eyes. “Got it. Okay. So, we’re going to fix a door. With our hands. Someone here should be able to give us very detailed instructions on how to do that, right?”
A cool breeze ran over her skin as they headed toward the entrance of the hardware store. “Actually, I’ve already done some research online and the problem might be that the latch bolt doesn’t align with the strike plate opening when the door closes.”
Aspen pulled a face. “English, please.”
“Basically, we need to adjust the door up or down so that it latches.”
“Okay, and did Master Google tell youhowto do that?”
They stepped inside the store. God, this place was huge. “First, we need to try tightening the door hinges with a Phillips-head screwdriver and check that nothing’s loose.”
“I see. So, we’re here to get a screwdriver.” Aspen crossed her arms, her gaze moving around the store as if she’d been here a hundred times, when she’d probably never stepped foot inside the building. “And if the good oldtighten the hingesdoesn’t work?”
“I can’t remember plan B, but I’m counting on plan A working.”
“Optimistic. I like it.” Aspen’s eyes landed on a man in a uniform. “Oh, he’s hot—let’s ask him.”
“You’ve got a boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not for me.”
Before Callie could protest, Aspen grabbed her and tugged her toward the guy.
Aspen stopped in front of him, giving her widest smile. “Hi there. I’m Aspen, and this is mysingle friendCallie.”
Oh Jesus.
“We were wondering if you know where we might find a Phillips-head screwdriver, and whether you’re single.”
“No,” Callie jumped in. “Just the screwdriver location will be fine.”
The guy grinned at her. “Aisle eight. And yeah, I’m single.”
Aspen opened her mouth, but Callie pinched her side.
“Ouch!”
Callie gave the guy a tight smile and pulled her friend away. “Eight. Thank you.”
The guy cleared his throat. “Let me know if you need help.”
“Don’t go far. We just might do that,” Aspen called behind her before sending an angry glare at Callie. “That was rude.”
“No, that was necessary.”
“He was cute.”
“I’m not interested.”
“You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to send my happy fairies your way because you’re a grouch today.”
“I’m not a grouch. I just don’t want to be set up with a random guy from the hardware store.”
