“What was that?” Winter asked. I dumped my phone in the console and shifted the car into gear. “Someone liked the shit I built at your house,” I replied. “Wanted me to make a tree house and fountain for their property.” “And you said no?” “I don’t have time for that,” I shot back. “I need to get a job and figure out what we’re doing.” And then I paused, my back straightening and understanding dawning on me. “Ohhhhh.” “Yeah, dumbass!” she screeched. He was trying to hire me. To design and build.
