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What a load of bullshit.
With the asbestos team hard at work on the main house, Lana and I are forced to make some tough decisions about the remodel.
She pushes aside the fifth cabinet sample. It slides across the coffee table, straight into the other samples she rejected. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” My right eye twitches.
Lana and I have been at this since she dropped Cami off at her summer camp two hours ago, and we haven’t made much progress. The only thing we have agreed upon is the new shape of the pool.
At this rate, it’s going to take us three years to pick out everything that needs to go into the house. As it is, Ryder is already pressuring me about ordering the supplies if we want to make our deadline.
There is nowant. Ineedthe property to be listed by the end of August if I plan on meeting my grandfather’s deadline.
“It looks cheap.” Her forehead creases.
“How is that even possible? Each cabinet costs over a thousand dollars.”
Her eyes widen. “For one cabinet? But we need like…”
“Just ignore what I said.” The last thing I want to do today is argue about money too.
She stares at the cabinet a little longer. “Nope. Still hate it, hefty price tag and all.”
“Whatdoyou like?”
“I don’t know.” She makes the cutest exasperated sigh as she looks up to the ceiling.
Maybe our issue isn’t that the options are bad, but rather Lana doesn’t know what she wants.
“Let me grab my laptop. I think I have an idea.”
I return to the living room with my laptop open and Pinterest already pulled up. Instead of sitting across from Lana, I take a seat next to her and place the laptop over my thighs so she can see the screen.
The heat coming off her body seeps through my skin. I’m tempted to brush my arm against hers and be rewarded with a gasp, but I hold back.
Business first.
Her brow arches. “Pinterest? Really?”
“Iris swears by it after planning most of her wedding and honeymoon with it.”
She laughs. “Of course. I wish I thought of it first. I like to pin new ideas for teaching, but I didn’t think about it for the house.”
“Look at me being useful for once.” My laugh comes out half-hearted.
She nudges me with her thigh. “You can be useful.”
“How? Because I opened a jar of spaghetti sauce for you last night?”
“The lid was stuck pretty tight. I’m not sure I would have gotten it off without you.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m glad my life’s purpose has been narrowed down to domestic tasks and arm muscle.”
“Well, you did always joke around about wanting to be a stay-at-home dad. Maybe it’s your calling after all.”
“Don’t tempt me. You know how I feel about corporate life.”
Her head tilts. “You know there are other jobs out there besides a basic nine-to-five desk job.”
