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“Does that mean you’ll help me?”
“I don’t remember you being this pathetic when we were younger.”
“Only because you were willing toprank first, ask questions later.”
His eyes narrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Something that will have her sleeping with a light on for the next four to six months.”
“I do enjoy scaring people.”
“Doubt you have to try too hard lately with your attitude problem.”
“Fuck off.” He shoves me aside before taking the empty seat across from my desk.
I drop into the rolling chair on the other side. “I never thought I’d see the day you came to your senses.”
“Only because you’ve never been able to pull one of these off without me.”
I better enjoy Rafa’s playfulness while it lasts and make this prank worthy of his efforts.
With a quick pass over my keyboard, I unlock my computerscreen and turn it toward him. “So, here’s the plan…”
After spending the last few days rescheduling my meetings and finalizing my new schedule with Sam, I can finally start working part-time at the Founder’s house.
The makeshift tent in the backyard is set up with all the tools I need for a project of this magnitude, which makes the process of returning to carpentry easier. I’m not sure I would have been able to follow through with the task if I had to work in my father’s old woodshop.
One step at a time.
I fight the ache in my bones as I cover my eyes, nose, and mouth with protective gear. The smell of fresh wood chips and the sound of my tool scraping across the wooden post fill the air as I start working on the first baluster.
It takes me longer than it should, with me being out of practice, but the skills I acquired over the years come back to me.
Remember why you’re doing this in the first place, I chide myself when I get frustrated at making a mistake. I toss the wooden post into a pile and grab a fresh one.
This is for you, I tell myself as I start all over again.
It takes me two more tries to perfect the design. “One down, a few hundred more to go.” I blow on the post and twirl it in a circle, cataloging every single detail.
My good mood is quickly destroyed when my phone buzzes with new text messages from Sam.
SAM
Issues with Lake Aurora project. Call Mario ASAP.
SAM
Also, design team wants to meet about the townhouses tomorrow. Something came up that they need to run by you.
SAM
Flooring for the cul-de-sac is delayed.
Should get here in a few weeks.
Balancing my office schedule with the carpentry tasks Dahlia planned is going to be difficult. I haven’t been at the Founder’s house for more than an hour and Sam is already blowing up my phone.
I rip my protective mask off, place my phone on the worktable, and grab a hammer.
