Chapter 9

Jeff and I would frame the Winters’ family cabana. The foundation and roughed plumbing and electrical were already in place. The small building made a right angle at the end of the pool. One side had a changing room and shower for guys, the other side the same for ladies.

While we drove to the Winters’ house, I talked Jeff through the steps we’d be doing. He’d never done framing before. It wasn’t hard, so I figured he’d catch on fast. Hell, I could do it by myself when I was twelve.

We ran into Mrs. W the minute we stepped out of the truck. I always try to avoid clients’ wives, but sometimes there was no getting out of it.

“Oh. Oh my,” she said and stopped about six feet away from me on the driveway. “I thought Ben or Connor were coming today.”

“Nope. Just me and Jeff.” I hung a thumb behind me. Jeff had rounded the truck and was standing there. We had to get our belts and stuff out of the truck bed before we began.