Chapter 17

Now, though, things were just getting going for both industry and the weather. The morning had started out in single digits on the Celsius scale, but forecasters were promising double digits by mid-afternoon. Nothing crazy, twelve or fifteen at the most, but enough to know that the freak April snowstorms were behind them, and warm June evenings were just a thought away. Wouldn’t it be nice, in those perfect twilights, to put his balcony to use because he had someone to watch the sky darken with? Someone to peer around the right side of their building with as they tried to watch Canada Day fireworks over the harbour? Or hell, maybe Gordy would be the kind of guy to insist they forge through the masses, carrying umbrella chairs and travel mugs full of coffee and Baileys, so they could actually watch the fireworks at their source. Either way sounded good to Leo.