Dad Bod Handyman by Andie Fenichel

Willa:
I bought a dump. It’s the worst house in the most charming town I’ve ever seen. It was Roseville that sold me. Standing in my exploding kitchen, with my house falling down around my ears, my friend sends over a handyman. He’s big, handsome, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. Everything I see as a problem, he sees as an opportunity to make my home beautiful. I’m holding back because, just like this stupid house, I’m full of flaws, and he has a little girl to think about. I can’t risk hurling the Willa-disaster-zone at him, even if my heart yearns to take the leap.

Denver:
My business is flipping houses, not fixing them for other people. Yet, when a friend asks me to take a look at our new neighbor’s rundown house, I cave. Wow, am I glad I didn’t refuse, because I could look at Willa all day. In fact, I want to do more than look. I want to touch, feel, and cherish her. I can’t get her out of my mind, but what would a sophisticated, big-city girl want with a small-town single dad from New Jersey? Since she’s all I can think about, I guess we’re going to find out.