Chapter 3

As they returned to their trucks, Eric looked at Rusty. “Come over around nine thirty this evening, and we can compare notes and come up with a contract.”

“I’ll be there,” Rusty said.

* * * *

When Rusty rang his doorbell that evening, Eric had just stepped out of the shower, and was dressed in gym shorts and a T-shirt. He opened the door to admit Rusty and was rewarded with a frown.

“I was hoping you might be naked,” Rusty said.

“I didn’t want to distract you. Business first—pleasure later.”

“Yeah, let’s get to it.”

Eric had used his laptop to type up his notes, and Rusty had done the same. And he’d brought his document with him on a thumb drive. They spent a good hour going over their combined notes and condensing them into a single document.

“That looks good,” Rusty said as he sent the final version to Eric’s LaserJet.

“What about showing Carlton some proposed designs?”

“Got some graph paper?”

“You know I do, buddy.”

“Then, let’s have at it.”