“How can I help you?” she asked, busying herself putting away her coping saw before wiping the sawdust from the work counter.
“It’s been a long time.” His voice hadn’t changed in twenty years. It was still deeply seductive and unnerving.
“Yes, it has.” Hold yourself together, she thought, reaching for the hammer and chisel, wiping each tool before placing them back in the drawer. “Is there something special you’re looking for? I have plenty of pieces ready for sale over on the sales floor.” She pointed to the area of her little woodworking business set up with ready to go items.
Justin looked briefly in the direction she pointed, then brought those electric blue eyes back to hers. “I always knew you’d make something of your artistic side.”
Carrie swallowed the lump in her throat. Why did he have to show up now? When her life was a wreck, her business on the verge of collapse, and nothing seemed to be going right. Why couldn’t he have showed back up when things had been going great? When she could have shoved her success into his smug face.
“What brings you back to this part of the world?” Carrie asked.
He’d thought nothing of walking out on her twenty years ago when she was head-over-ass in love with him, ready to give up her whole life if he had just said the word. Instead, he just up and left, in the middle of the night like some thief.
“You,” the deep baritone of his voice vibrated in her soul.