Chapter 9

I nodded and asked Henry again, “When do you want to start?”

I felt like I’d fallen into a twofer. Not only had extraordinarily competent summer help dropped into my lap, but I’d also solved the nagging problem of Mount IKEA. Usually, as the summer people rolled into town, my back room started to pile up with knockdown furniture boxes. Some nights Riley and I’d been here until past midnight putting together the stuff.

I started off charging what I thought was a reasonable fee, but slowly over the years, I had upped the price to be what I thought of as a rip-off. But still people moved into their recently purchased condos, houses, or cabins with boxes and boxes of unassembled furniture and happily paid whatever I asked rather than put the pieces together themselves. I would never understand it.

But it didn’t matter if I did. The important thing now was that I had my nights free to do whatever I wanted. Maybe those nights would include Christopher and dates.

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