against hardwood
floor as she walked to boxes stacked onto the king size bed. Even with the
floor to ceiling windows the bedroom felt cold and empty.
Walking
over to the window, she started to pull open the drapes, when she kicked a
glass bottle. Reaching down Kari picked up the bottle that read “Jack Daniels.”
Turning back around, she went to the boxes and opened one. There were women’s
clothes in one box and another was filled with a broken picture frame. Picking
up the frame, she saw a wedding photo of Hank and whom she assumed was his
wife.
“What
are you doing?” he barked.
Kari
was startled and snatched her hand from the frame, but in the process the glass
cut her hand open. She gasped and closed her hand as blood trickled down her
hand. “I’m sorry,” she said, rushing pass him,
Hank
put his arm out to stop her. “Let me see,” his voice was full of concern, as
he gripped her hand in his. “It’s a minor cut, let’s get it cleaned up.”
“You
shouldn’t have scared me,” Kari said, as Hank ushered her to the kitchen.
Sitting on a barstool she held her aching hand as Hank pulled out a first aid
kit from a cabinet.
“Then
that means you shouldn’t have been snooping in my belongings.” He sat the kit
on the table and started removing items from it.
“Your
right,” she said, trying to give him the puppy eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Umph”
was all the he said, before he started to clean up her wound.
“Sshhit.”
Kari tired snatching her hand away from Hank when he poured alcohol onto the
cut. “That hurts.”
“Wow,
someone is a baby,” Hank chuckled.
“I’m
not a baby,” she said softly. It was hard for her not to focus on Hank’s
fingers gently tracing her hand. Kari tried not to look at him, but she
couldn’t resist. Those hard callused hands that reminded her of the hard work
he did every day.
“You’ll
survive,” he said, as he finished wrapping her hand with a gauze.
“You
will too,” Kari said, looking into his grey eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
said anything.”
Hank
stood up and started to clean up the remnants from the first aid kit. “My wife
took a wrecking ball to our marriage and destroyed everything in her wake. I
have to live with these scars that she left on my heart.”
“How?”
Sitting
there on the barstool, Kari would’ve never pictured that the handsome, strong
man in front of her was suffering from a broken heart. Everything was making
sense now. He was trying to erase the memories of her from the house.
“I
don’t know,” he said truthfully. “Life goes on, right?”
“She
doesn’t know what she had in you,” Kari said, clearing her throat. You’re
here for work; it’s not time to socialize. “I should…get those
measurements.”
Hank
watched as Kari went to her workbag on the sofa and pulled out what appeared to
an electronic tape measure. He watched her moved swiftly from each side of the
room getting measurements. When she asked him ‘How he would survive with the
scars from his wife deception,’ Hank had seen the brief sadness in those brown
eyes.
“What
colors do you want for the living room?” Kari asked, with her eyes glued to the
clip board in her hand.
“Why
don’t you tell me what you envision?” His crossed his arms over his chest and
stared at her intently.
“Ok.”
She put her finger on her chin and circled around him like he was a prey. “Your
masculinity oozes out, so does your southern roots. This house is rustic and
beyond magnificent. You should incorporate that in the style of your home.”
“I
like where you’re going,” he said, while he nodded his head.
“Let’s
go with earth tone colors that will absolutely go great with the hardwood
floors and the big stone fireplace. A round, wooden carven chandelier with
electric candles.”
“See,
you just re-decorated the living room,” he said proudly.
“Ok,
then.” She clasped her hands together and reclaimed her seat on the
floor as she walked to boxes stacked onto the king size bed. Even with the
floor to ceiling windows the bedroom felt cold and empty.
Walking
over to the window, she started to pull open the drapes, when she kicked a
glass bottle. Reaching down Kari picked up the bottle that read “Jack Daniels.”
Turning back around, she went to the boxes and opened one. There were women’s
clothes in one box and another was filled with a broken picture frame. Picking
up the frame, she saw a wedding photo of Hank and whom she assumed was his
wife.
“What
are you doing?” he barked.
Kari
was startled and snatched her hand from the frame, but in the process the glass
cut her hand open. She gasped and closed her hand as blood trickled down her
hand. “I’m sorry,” she said, rushing pass him,
Hank
put his arm out to stop her. “Let me see,” his voice was full of concern, as
he gripped her hand in his. “It’s a minor cut, let’s get it cleaned up.”
“You
shouldn’t have scared me,” Kari said, as Hank ushered her to the kitchen.
Sitting on a barstool she held her aching hand as Hank pulled out a first aid
kit from a cabinet.
“Then
that means you shouldn’t have been snooping in my belongings.” He sat the kit
on the table and started removing items from it.
“Your
right,” she said, trying to give him the puppy eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Umph”
was all the he said, before he started to clean up her wound.
“Sshhit.”
Kari tired snatching her hand away from Hank when he poured alcohol onto the
cut. “That hurts.”
“Wow,
someone is a baby,” Hank chuckled.
“I’m
not a baby,” she said softly. It was hard for her not to focus on Hank’s
fingers gently tracing her hand. Kari tried not to look at him, but she
couldn’t resist. Those hard callused hands that reminded her of the hard work
he did every day.
“You’ll
survive,” he said, as he finished wrapping her hand with a gauze.
“You
will too,” Kari said, looking into his grey eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
said anything.”
Hank
stood up and started to clean up the remnants from the first aid kit. “My wife
took a wrecking ball to our marriage and destroyed everything in her wake. I
have to live with these scars that she left on my heart.”
“How?”
Sitting
there on the barstool, Kari would’ve never pictured that the handsome, strong
man in front of her was suffering from a broken heart. Everything was making
sense now. He was trying to erase the memories of her from the house.
“I
don’t know,” he said truthfully. “Life goes on, right?”
“She
doesn’t know what she had in you,” Kari said, clearing her throat. You’re
here for work; it’s not time to socialize. “I should…get those
measurements.”
Hank
watched as Kari went to her workbag on the sofa and pulled out what appeared to
an electronic tape measure. He watched her moved swiftly from each side of the
room getting measurements. When she asked him ‘How he would survive with the
scars from his wife deception,’ Hank had seen the brief sadness in those brown
eyes.
“What
colors do you want for the living room?” Kari asked, with her eyes glued to the
clip board in her hand.
“Why
don’t you tell me what you envision?” His crossed his arms over his chest and
stared at her intently.
“Ok.”
She put her finger on her chin and circled around him like he was a prey. “Your
masculinity oozes out, so does your southern roots. This house is rustic and
beyond magnificent. You should incorporate that in the style of your home.”
“I
like where you’re going,” he said, while he nodded his head.
“Let’s
go with earth tone colors that will absolutely go great with the hardwood
floors and the big stone fireplace. A round, wooden carven chandelier with
electric candles.”
“See,
you just re-decorated the living room,” he said proudly.
“Ok,
then.” She clasped her hands together and reclaimed her seat on the
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