Vince was working like a maniac on the gazebo.

It had been the one thing at our extreme fixer-upper that I insisted be restored instead of replaced.

It was about 90 degrees in the shade, and he was out there sweating, swearing, and looking adorable as he tried to get the structure ready for summer.

I heard a rumble of thunder as I dropped some lemon wedges into the pitcher of lemonade I’d made to surprise him. Then, just as distant lightning cracked in the sky, I heard, “Goddamn it!”

I managed not to laugh as I ran outside and grabbed him by the back of his shorts.

“Stop for the day,” I said. “Come inside and take a shower.”

Vince raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. There’s a storm... Read More