Chapter 7

“No, don’t think so.” He looked up and for the first time he gave me a little self-conscious grin. “Naw, just don’t like talking about myself. Guess I’m shy or somethin’.”

I rolled my eyes and looked back down at the keyboard.

“Okay, we’ve got some ideas here. What do you think of the windows and the door to the porch?”

Max was leaning against the lower cabinets, his back resting on the upper ones, his arms again folded across his chest. He glanced at me and then out the window, his gaze hitting the closed door for a second. With fewer clothes, he would have been a drool-worthy porn star. The Foothills Giant takes on the Interior Designer.

“Better with a slider. Bigger windows. When the breeze comes through, it’s real nice. Can hear the birds sing.”