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We gently settled the massive globe structure in the open space of the warehouse. He was referring to the fact that I generally had contracts for light fixtures, mostly sold to massive chain hotels or resorts. But these pieces were massive.
“Is it yard art?” Gavin lifted his brow at me.
I laughed at him, grabbing the end of another section. “Fuck you.”
“I’m not judging,” he said with a smirk as he walked backward through the opening.
“A few of these places want shit set up for their outdoor fire pit areas. They’re also asking about creating a wet bar to match.”
“Made of iron?” Gavin settled the bottom hull to the sphere gently.
“Yeah, they want the rustic aesthetic throughout their entire hotel, or in this case, their resort.”
He slid his palm across the smooth surface of soldered iron. “Which one is this going to?”
“Bravada.” It was a five-star resort that boasted of its expensive rooms and sprawling mountain views.
“Fuck, that’s swanky.”
I laughed, shutting the doors and leading my friend out of the workshop. Gavin came out once in a while, but he lived in town, so he usually came up on the weekends.
“What brings you up the mountain?” I asked, pushing through my front door. My two huskies perked up but immediately rested their jaws on their paws once they realized it was just Gavin.
My best friend walked to my fridge and ripped it open, grabbing for a beer.
“Can’t I just come visit my friend?”
He reached back in and handed me one, then twisted the top off his and took a long swig.
“It’s Wednesday,” I countered, sipping mine.
I hated when he got secretive. It usually meant he was sticking his nose into something that wasn’t his business.
“What would you say if I asked you to go on a double date with me?” He held his beer but settled against the wall, watching me with a curious expression.
I shook my head, withholding the ire I wanted to deliver. Instead, I tried to sound nonchalant, and like it didn’t really bother me, but fuck, he already knew this.
“I’d say no.”
Plain and fucking simple.
I turned toward the back door and pushed through the screen, hearing him groan behind me.
“You haven’t been any fun in forever, man. I can’t figure you out. What the fuck happened to you?”
We settled into opposite sides of the patio loungers. The sky had turned an angry cobalt color, with a nasty wind picking up.
“You know I hate town; I never go in.”
He shook his head. “Yes you do. You go for food, gas, books… You just like to talk yourself out of staying and sitting down at the diner for once or going into one of the coffee shops to get your coffee instead of having it here.”
“I don’t see the point.” Which he was well aware of. Why were we talking about this?
He studied the table in front of us then looked up with renewed energy. “Okay, but a few years ago you actually dated. You went out with me—or at least agreed to meet up if we kept it private.”
I shook my head, bringing the lip of the bottle to my mouth.
Gavin’s eyes narrowed as he studied me. “I can pinpoint it.”
