Hey, Ali. I found you a man."
Allison Thomas blinked sleepily and thought about hiding her head under the pillow; however, the phone pressed against her ear might get in the way.
"Was I looking for one?" she asked.
"Sure. You've been bugging me for weeks." There was a pause, followed by an impatient sigh. "Ali, it's me, Harry."
Ali pushed the pillow away and sat up. "Harry?"
Her sluggish brain pulled together random bits of information. Harry, the local handyman. Her business downstairs. How Harry had been teasing her with the promise of doing actual work for weeks on her business downstairs....