Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

I didn’t notice her coming into the shop at first because the piece of wood on the table in front of me was taking all my attention. I’d finally worked the lamp base into the shape I wanted on the lathe and smoothed it out to finish it.

When I was almost done, there was movement by the door—a flash of dark hair and a familiar NYU sweatshirt—and I kept my attention down because the last thing I needed was to screw it up right at the end.

But the draw was too much. She’d only come to the shop twice when I was working, so she probably needed something or had something weighing on her.

Briefly, I glanced up to weigh the look on her face, but she was watching my hands. Her brows were bent in concentration, her eyes bright with interest, and when she caught me staring, I gestured her to come closer with a tilt of my head.