Sealed With A Kiss. Mae Nunn

were bad to bring that jar of spiders into the kitchen.”

      Sam tilted his head back and laughed. Again, she was struck by the appeal of his smile, her mind sweeping back to the one tender kiss she’d given him years ago.

      “Hey, Sam, you want to measure this cased opening one last time to make sure we’ve got it wide enough to suit you? Then we’re gonna knock off for lunch.”

      Sam turned his back, striding away without so much as a nod. She shook off the dismissal and returned to the salvage operation. Reaching for another brick, she noted the hopelessly chipped state of once well-maintained nails.

      “Oh, well,” she mused aloud, “the first time I strip a cabinet with five layers of paint you’ll be history anyway. Might as well throw out all my polish and trim you short.”