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He’d managed to keep the project mostly on time, and—
He’d finished it.
And…
Hell, he’d be happy if he never saw this building and its troublesome foundation, plumbing, and electrical again.
“Yeah,” Rafe said, nodding to the front door. “You will.”
Jeremy took the hint and moved that way, flicking off lights as they went.
Then stepped out into the cool evening air as Rafe locked up behind him.
“First project,” he said, tossing the keys to Jeremy, “means that you get to do the honor of handing over the keys.”
That felt…permanent and final andcomplete.
And that felt exciting, too.
Because he would be looking toward the next project.
Grinning, he snagged the set from his friend, pocketed it.
“Want to get a beer?” he asked.
Rafe shook his head. “Sorry, can’t, Cora is expecting me.”
He clasped his friend’s hand. “No worries. Next time.”
They exchanged their goodbyes, and he watched his friend drive away.
Then took a few minutes to sit in his car in front of that building and go over the project in its entirety.
What could be better. What had worked.
The parts he’d hated. Those he’d enjoyed.
What he was looking forward to on the next one.
Satisfied, he nodded to himself, turned on his car, and drove home to shower in absolutely no hurry.
Teresa had a late business meeting, so he’d promised to go to her place. But he needed fresh clothes, and he was running low on his preferred brand of coffee (which had become her preferred brand as well). He wanted to get the extra bag from his house, grab some clothes so he could avoid laundry for another couple of days, and then sneak a few cookies from the secret stash Teresa’s mom had smuggled him.
Mostly because his brothers were fucking mooches, who kept eating his share of the batches Teresa’s mom been baking.
Teresa’s mom had been baking with his mother…andTeresa.
Yup.
The threesome had gotten in the habit of baking together. Which was win-win for everyone.
Teresa got time with her mom,hismom was happy to spend time with them both (and “have some help feeding my boys”), and the boys in question didn’t mind being fed, not when it meant the result was their kitchens were stocked with chocolate chip cookies that were good enough to marry (if he hadn’t been planning on making Teresa his wife, that was).
The difficulty came when everyone had gobbled down their tasty treats and then tried to stealhiscookies.
It didn’t matter that his share was the largest.
He got the biggest portion because he was the oldest, and maybe because Teresa loved him best.
