“I could teach you,” I quickly offer, not thinking it through.
Oh crap.
“You’d be willing to do that?”
Since I can’t retract my words, I just nod. “Sure. You’ll need to supply the cannabis oil, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“That’s not a problem. How much do you need?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I’ll need to look up some recipes and see the recommended amount to use.”
He sips his coffee and then licks his lips. “When would you like to tackle this?”
“Next Sunday is the best option since we close early.” I drum my nails against the wooden tabletop. “Unless you want to meet up on Thanksgiving night? Then you’d have some to sell for Black Friday.”
“You’re a genius, G. I could kiss you right now.”
I wouldn’t complain.
“Why? What did I do?”
“The dispensary will have specials for Friday, so adding seasonal edibles is a fantastic idea.”
“I’m glad you think so. Now I hope they’ll turn out okay.”
“I have complete confidence in you.” He raises his cup toward me.
“That’s nice. Thanks.”
He shrugs. “Well, I know you give your all at everything you do.”
“Speaking of giving your all, thanks again for hanging the shelves. They look amazing.”
“I’m glad you’re happy with how they turned out. What kind of merchandise are you planning to sell?”
“I have mugs, glasses, t-shirts, sweatshirts, hats, and some small items Nina suggested to put near the cash register.”
“Yeah, the impulse buys. I have some of those set up in my shop, but I should put out more.”
“Since Nina helped me start thinking about the importance of marketing, I’ve been paying more attention when I go inside other shops. I’ve noticed how the checkout areas are lined with impulse buys.”
He nods. “I know I’m a sucker for those.” When he pops the last piece of muffin into his mouth, he stands. “Where’s your broom?”
“In the kitchen. Why?”
“I want to sweep the floor.”
“No, I’ll take care of it. You’ve helped enough.”
He ignores me, retrieves the broom, and begins sweeping up the drywall dust.
“You’re pretty good at that,” I tell him.
He laughs. “If you only knew how many times I’ve been the cleanup crew when working on a project with my dad or my grandfather.”
“I would’ve thought with Drew being the youngest sibling, that would’ve been his job,” I say.
Jordan pauses, sending me a look that says,are you serious?“He’s the baby and didn’t have to do much of anything. Which is probably why he lacks direction now.”
