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She renovates old houses. Can he restore her heart? Deidre McIntyre
didn’t exactly purchase the gorgeous old home in the Shenandoah
Mountains on a whim. The building had seen better days, but she had the
skills—and the time—to fix it up. And maybe it would provide the fresh
start she was looking for. Local handyman Jeremiah Crawford has a soft
spot for Peacock Hill. When someone from out of town purchases it, he
swings by to offer to help fix it up…and investigate the new owner’s
plans for the property. The pixie-like Deidre isn’t at all what he
expects, but he’s happy to hang around and enjoy the view. When Deidre’s
ex-boyfriend, a popular TV house flipper, shows up demanding a piece of
the action, Jeremiah must decide if Deidre—and Peacock Hill—are worth
fighting for. Falling in love wasn’t on the blueprints, but it might
just be worth the change in plans.
Elizabeth Maddrey is a semi-reformed computer geek and homeschooling
mother of two who lives in the suburbs of Washington D.C. When she isn’t
writing, Elizabeth is a voracious consumer of books. She loves to write
about Christians who struggle through their lives, dealing with sin and
receiving God’s grace on their way to their own romantic happily ever
after.
Deidre slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans before backing
up to view the front of her new…well, it wasn’t a home yet. The house
sat on fifty acres in the foothills of the Blue Ridge. Mountains rose in
the distance to the west. Though she couldn’t see it, the tiny town of
Butler’s End sat at the bottom of the hill the house perched on, and
civilization wasn’t too much farther down the road in either direction.
But from here, she could’ve been in the middle of nowhere. This place
was going to be something amazing. It had been, once, and it could be
again, with a little bit of love and a whole lot of know-how. She
happened to have both.
The front of the house needed to be cleaned. And several sections of
the stone blocks that made up the facade repaired or replaced. She might
have to hire that out. She dug out her phone and opened her note-taking
app. She circled the house, tapping away as she saw things that needed
attention. The landscaping, such as it was, would have to wait. The
house was her first priority.
She rounded the corner, returning to the front of the house, and
scowled at the dinged red pickup parked in the circular drive. She
snapped a photo of the sign on the truck’s door that featured an
enormous cartoon frog wearing a straw hat and chewing on a piece of
grass. There had to be someone who belonged to that heap.
“Aha.” A man in jeans and a cream Henley that stretched over broad
shoulders and well-defined arms jogged down her front steps and avoided
the missing tread with ease that spoke of practice. “I heard someone
bought the old girl. That you?”
Deidre kept her phone in her left hand, her finger hovering over the emergency number speed dial, and nodded.
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Jeremiah Crawford.” He gestured to
the truck and extended his hand. “I own Bullfrog Home Services.”
Deidre took his hand, remembering her father’s advice to have a firm grip and make eye contact. “Deidre McIntyre.”
“Ms. McIntyre, I was just wondering what you planned to do with the
place. She’s been a fixture ‘round here. A lot of the locals would be
torn up if she got knocked down and turned into condos or something.” He
flashed a bright, toothy smile.
If the locals loved the place so much, why hadn’t anyone taken better
care of it? Sure, the previous owner was old and in a nursing facility
now, but she had family. Family who’d seemed well pleased to be rid of
the thing. “I have no plans to tear it down.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Then what will you do?”
She crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, why do you care?”
“Well now, ma’am. If you plan to fix her up, I thought I’d offer my
services.” He dug in his pocket and produced a business card.
Deidre took the card and offered a tight smile. “I think I’ll be fine. But thanks.”
He nodded. “All right then. I’ll leave you with that, in case you change your mind.”
Deidre tucked the card into her pocket. She wasn’t going to be able
to do everything herself, but she’d planned to bring down some of her
contractors from D.C. “I don’t suppose you do stone work, Mr. Crawford?”
“Jeremiah. And, as it happens, I do.”
“Have any references?”
“In the truck. Hang on a second.” He crossed quickly to the vehicle
and pulled open the door. Deidre caught a glimpse of a passenger
foot-well littered with food wrappers. He took a binder off the seat and
brought it back. “Here you go.”
Lips pursed, she flipped through the pages. The photos were good. But
you could edit images. “Any way I could visit some of these sites?
Check them out?”
“Course. Why don’t you give me a call in the morning and I can take you around?”
She opened her mouth to protest then shrugged. She’d find them faster
if she was with him. And even if he was there glad-handing the client,
she could see the work. It would speak for itself. “I’ll do that.”
