Chapter 8

“Yeah, them,” Malcom grumbled before saying to Jesse, “Perhaps some other time.”

“That works.”

Malcom left, after being thanked again. Darren was tempted to tell Jesse he’d been pushing it—again. He decided why bother. If he ignored it, perhaps Jesse would back off. So he told his son he’d pass on supper, too, and head back to the house, “To soak my aching muscles.”

“Okay…old man,” Jesse said with a grin before hugging him. “Thanks, Dad. I couldn’t have done this without you. Or—” he grinned at Leah, “—more like she and I would still be doing it, late into the night.”

“Very true,” Leah said, also giving Darren a hug. “When I’m finally set up and all, I’m definitely having you over for a celebratory dinner, in payment.”

“Thanks. I’d like that. Okay, I’ll see you if and when you get home, Jesse.”