“Guess I need a costume.”
“Do I need to get out my sewing machine?”
“Just maybe.” I picked up my mug and took a bigger gulp now that it had a chance to cool.
Maybe this trip home would be interesting after all.
4
tate
I buriedmy head in my stacked arms. “Do you have any good news for me, Bill?”
“The last of the sheds are coming sooner than we thought.”
I lifted my head. “We’re not ready for them.”
“At least they aren’t late or lost.” The matchstick in his mouth twitched. “That’s good news right?”
“Like the supplies for the foundations for all the freaking sheds?”
I collapsed back into my chair, the springs squeaking with my weight. They didn’t make office chairs for guys my size without it being twelve hundred dollars. Not to mention, those fancy chairs didn’t exactly fit in the small trailer I used for a home base for this operation.
I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. When I came up with the Haven Winter Wonderland idea I thought eighteen months was long enough to get it up and running for the holidays.
I was incorrect.
It was enough to give me some early gray hairs, however.
“Tate?” I glanced over at the door that was always open. Molly, my best friend and second-in-command to this shitshow, stood halfway in. Her honey brown hair was scraped back in a high ponytail as usual. She had on three layers of shirts for some reason. Hell, I was hot as hell and just wearing a T-shirt. She glanced between me and Bill. “I can come back.”
Bill waved her in. “Nope. I already delivered my bomb. Your turn.”
I closed my eyes. Another bomb and I was going to take the money I had left and disappear to Aruba. I could live in a hut on a beach somewhere for the rest of my days.
“The gravel and concrete is in Maryland, so it should show up tomorrow,” Bill said over his shoulder.
The amount we needed wasn’t exactly available at the home renovation stores around here. I’d come up with the idea of sturdy prefabricated sheds for shops on my farm to bring in new artisans to sell their wares for the various holidays. Christmas was always my favorite time of year so that was going to be the first outing.
However, I was lucky if I could get the damn things installed before the first week of November the way we were going. We’d be pouring the cement pads right up to the day. At least we had the pasture graded and ready for installation.
The timeline was still way too freaking tight.
I’d invested literal millions in this venture. Not to mention the zoning headaches to get permission to do this.
Molly tentatively crept in.
“What headache do you have for me?”
Molly twisted the hem of her muddy flannel shirt. “The Halloween inflatables and animatronics arrived.”
“Thank God.” I stood up, my head brushing the top of the work trailer. I pushed aside one of the piles of papers before it could slide off my desk.
“They need you to sign off on it.”
“That, I can handle.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you doing the twisting thing?”
She dropped the hem of her oversized shirt. “They all have to plug in separately.”
