As I opened my door, a man with a shock of red hair and broad shoulders gave a cheeky grin.
‘I’m Nathan,’ he twinkled. ‘Here to look at your leak.’
Wow, talk about a hot handyman…
It was May 2021 and water had been dripping through my living-room ceiling for months.
Finally, the council had sent someone to look – and they’d certainly delivered!
‘Can I get you a cup of tea?’ I offered.
‘I wouldn’t say no,’ he winked at me.
Was he flirting?
Turns out he was – as soon as he left, I got a text from an unknown number.
It was Nathan.
I got your number from the he wrote.
