Chapter 117

Kyle and I spent the next two hours discussing the water fountain, pond, sculptures, rock garden, and other grandiose ideas Mr. Henson had for his property. We talked him down to what he could reasonably expect, then wrote it up and had him sign off on the quote.

We left with a check for a sizable down payment and the promise to start work on Monday morning, bright and early.

“Jesus, that man has too much energy for me,” Kyle said as we drove back to the office.

“I know. Makes me want to tie him up just to keep him still for a minute,” I replied with a smirk.

Kyle laughed, a sound that always warmed my heart and had become more frequent lately. “Sounds like you need to go to Ties That Bind tonight and get it out of your system.”

I was surprised—and pleased—that Kyle had voluntarily brought up my favorite BDSM club. I smiled at him and said, “Maybe I will.”