Suddenly, a power saw screamed from the house next door. Granny nearly leaped out of bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to ignore the irritating sounds. Moments later, a mind-piercing, rhythmic hammering occurred, followed by another blast of that fingernail-on-a-chalkboard-screeching saw. She reluctantly opened one weary eye and glanced at the alarm clock. It was only half past eight.
“No way. Somebody needs a lesson in Saturday morning manners!”
Wearing only her tattered gray warm-ups, Granny left the house and walked barefoot across the dew-sodden lawn. She passed an old, red pickup truck and marched up the front porch of the house next door. She knocked a little too hard, as the force cracked one of the stained-glass panel windows. Several pieces of glass tinkled across the floor inside.
A moment later the door flew open. A huge man towered over her, his face red and sweaty from work. She glared up at him fearlessly, daring him to say a thing about his stupid broken window. They stepped toe to toe, both ready for a fight.
“You broke my window!” he growled. “What’s your problem, lady?”
“What’s my problem? What’s your problem? You’re out here at this ungodly hour makin’ all that racket! Some of us work late, you know! I need my sleep!”
In her anger and readiness for a fight, she hadn’t really looked at him. All she knew was this big lout was keeping her awake. Either he remedied the situation, or there was going to be trouble. But when she met his gaze for the first time, determined and angry, something quite unexpected happened. Matilda’s anger melted in a sudden, measureless moment. She covered her mouth with one hand, completely surprised by her new feelings, but also to stop herself from saying anything else that would upset this big, beautiful man. She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d fallen in love with him at a single glance. If her heart hadn’t turned to jelly, she would have been embarrassed.
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