Continuing on from two weeks ago, the latest snippet from “Cinderella Wears Blue Jeans.” This has been edited to fit the line limit and any feedback is appreciated. I’m also working on the sweet historical that takes place in the same town.
I send him a perky smile, just to annoy him. “Never say never.”
“I gave you my card. You didn’t call me for help.”
My smile vanishes. I put my hands on my hips. “Really? You thought I’d call you after you insulted my housekeeping skills? You said my place wasn’t fit for my cats to live in! Besides, if you were so concerned, you could have found me.”
“Owww!” He guides his walker across the room to a royal blue vintage chair. I glance into the kitchen. There are dirty dishes in the sink and wastebaskets filled with paper. The floors need to be mopped—and he’s obviously in serious pain.
“I can’t believe you, Mr. Clean, need a housekeeping service.”
“What I want is a person who has the same standards I do and can take care of the place while I’m incapacitated. That’s not you. Can’t your boss send me somebody else?”
“I told you, I’m the boss. Were my housekeeping skills that bad? Don’t you believe that a little ole slob like me could actually run a cleaning service?”
He looks me up and down with his assessing blue eyes. I stare back at him. “But…”