Paranormal Erotic Romance/Contemporary Comedy
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"Even though she’s a nurse at a sperm bank, meeting young, virile professionals every day, Natalie Watson’s relationships always seem to suffer from “stress fractures.” With a hopeless prognosis, she seeks metaphysical help. The tealeaf reader tells her there's a perfect man for her, but she might have to change her definition of perfect.
Shane (Crusher) Derby, owner of Derby Demolition, takes out his aggressions all day long by blowing up buildings and smashing the contents. He couldn’t be mellower until the nurse in the adjacent building tells him to keep it down. He’s making her donors jump and miss their cups.
And he has the nerve to think it’s funny.
"“What kind of cryptic nonsense was that?” Natalie complained as she and Liz walked back to work after their reading.
“What’s the matter? I thought you’d love what she had to say.”
“But it was so general.”
“No it wasn’t.” Liz dug in her uniform pocket and produced the napkin on which she had jotted notes.
“He’s nearby. You’ll get to know him soon. He’s intelligent, but works with his hands. His coloring is fair and he likes to laugh. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating him. He’s not perfect, but he’s the perfect man for you.”
“Don’t you get it? That could fit any eccentric artist or scruffy sculptor, but that’s not the kind of guy I’m interested in. I want someone who works with his mind, not his hands.”
“There’s that prejudice she was talking about.” Liz elbowed her, raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly. “I wouldn’t underestimate a man with talented hands, if you know what I mean.”
Natalie rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Okay, I get your drift. Hey, maybe I’ll get lucky and meet a nice, clean, well-dressed concert pianist in the next few hours.”
“I sure hope so.” She must have caught Natalie smirking because Liz stopped and put a hand on her hip. “Hey, you were being sarcastic and making fun of the whole thing, weren’t you?”
Natalie chuckled and resumed walking.
“Look, Natalie. You just never can tell… What you least expect could be the best thing for you..”
As they neared their workplace, Natalie shook her head at the rubble that used to be the building next door. “What a shame. That old building was beautiful in it’s own way.”
“I wonder what’ll be going up in its place?”
Liz strolled past their building and continued over to watch the demolition crew that were knee-deep in debris. She called out, “Hey, do you know what’s going to be built on this lot?”
Natalie’s curiosity had her following until she came up beside her.
One of the young men straightened and called, “Hey Boss,” over to a tall figure in the corner. The man approached them. Natalie could see his muscled thighs tighten underneath his jeans as he stepped over the wreckage. They could have been acid washed, or they could have just been covered with ash, but they fit like a glove. A tool belt hung from his lean hips and swung in a sensuous slow dance as he walked.
His face, with its strong, slanted jaw, was so covered in dirt that when he smiled, his teeth shone a brilliant white and his malachite eyes twinkled. He sported slightly lighter laugh lines furrowing through the dirt on either side of his eyes. He looked over at Natalie and tipped his hard hat revealing tousled blond hair. That’s when she realized, to her horror, that it was the arrogant foreman from that morning."