“Touching and intelligent, The Sale of Woodhouse Glass isn’t your ordinary romance. Kali Woodhouse is a widowed mother-of-two who spends her days running her deceased husband’s business, Woodhouse Glass, and flirting with the town police officer, who is exactly right for her in every way. He’s certainly a better choice than the bad-boy, screw-up she’s known since childhood, and who just so happens to need a job and has the necessary skills for Woodhouse Glass.
“No, this isn’t the generic storyline you’ve seen before with flat characters who play their roles according to the formula. Watters eschews cliché and instead tells a touching story about love, loss, family, and finding happiness again after tragedy.”
-Author of “Someone Else’s Fairytale” E.M. Tippetts
Within half an hour, the lawyers had arrived with their paperwork and it was done. Kali and Spencer walked out side by side into the warm summer day, a sense of finality clinging to them.
“How do you feel, fancy suit-wearing business owner?”
“Excited. And sad.” Spencer stopped walking to turn and look at her. He pulled on his collar. “And hot.”
Kali laughed. “A mixed bag. Such is the life of the self-employed. I guess I’m off to the life of the unemployed for now.”
“You sure you don’t want to keep your job?” Spencer looked hopeful.
“Nah. No offense, but I sold it to get away from you, so that would kind of defeat the purpose.”
Spencer nodded with a good-natured chuckle. “Fair enough. But if you change your mind…”
Kali smiled sadly. They both knew that wasn’t going to happen, and they stood looking at each other for a moment, neither exactly sure how to walk way.
“Hey, um, give the kids a hug for me. I’m gonna miss ‘em. Would it be weird if I signed up to coach Ryder’s soccer team this year?” He wasn’t serious about the soccer, but she knew he would miss the kids. They would miss him, too. They already complained about not getting to see him much. Now they wouldn’t see him at all.
“Single thirty-something man with no children signs up to coach six-year-old soccer. Yeah…I’m thinking it might be weird.”
He laughed as he reached for her and pulled her into a tight embrace. It was the first time they had touched in weeks. “I’m gonna miss you, Kal.”
Kali rested her cheek against his silky tie and freshly pressed shirt. This was goodbye.
“I kind of hate you, Spencer.”
“I kind of hate myself, Kal. But I love you.” He didn’t let her go.
“I love you, too.”
When he finally released her, his eyes looked a little bit glossy, the way hers felt. He kissed her on the forehead and turned to walk to his truck, leaving her standing in the sunshine, not quite sure if she was supposed to feel relieved or heartbroken to have reached the end.
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Her hobbies currently include reading, writing, and watching beginner level gymnastics, ballet, and soccer practices. When she isn’t writing or being a mom, she also teaches high school conflict resolution classes part-time.
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