Chapter 43

“Tell me we’re done,” he whined as we sat next to each other, drinking bottle after bottle of water.

“We are, for now,” I replied. “There’s still the outside walls to strip and paint, the porch to finish, and that doesn’t even begin to address the work that needs to be done on the inside.”

“Be still my beating heart. You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet, Mr. Barfield.” He was flirting with me again. I took that as a win.

“You just wait. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t wait.” He stood and brushed dust off his butt. “Dinner? I had a chicken soaking in a marinade overnight. You can clean up before we eat. Use the bathroom upstairs on the right.”

“Sounds good. I’ll put my stuff away and shower. I brought a change of clothes with me, too.”

He snorted. “Of course, you did. Come help me in the kitchen when you’re done.”