The Perfect Score. Julie Kenner

I need is someone to help me hang some shelves. Takes about three hands, and unfortunately, I’ve only got two. All you’ll have to do is stand where I tell you and hold something still. I think even you can handle that,” he added wryly.

      “Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot.”

      We shared a quick grin, and then he said, very casually, “I’m also a whiz at ordering pizza, so I’m happy to feed you. And maybe we could watch a movie, too.” He pointed to one of the framed movie posters I have hanging in the corner by my desk, this one of William Powell and Myrna Loy in The Thin Man. “I take it you’re a fan of classic movies?”

      “Oh yeah. And especially The Thin Man series. Sophisticated comedy. They just don’t make them like that anymore.”

      “No, they don’t,” he said, a little distractedly. “Why don’t we watch that movie?”

      “The Thin Man?” I asked. “That would be terrific. I heard they finally released it on DVD, but I haven’t gotten around to buying it. Are you a fan? Do you have a copy?”