“Not really.”
“Nepotism.”
“Shit, that is great. You have a lot of influence.” We’d get this resolved, no problem.
He bit the inside of his cheek. “Um…not sure about that. Okay, thanks, Tim.”
There was something about his hesitation that made me think I had to do something else that was more in my control. I’d create a fake handle and defend Tabs in the comments and point out her strengths.
He clapped me on the back like we were old friends now and reached out to open the door.
“I still think you’d impress Yuxi more if you did the hard, physical work,” I said.
“Some decent ideas, Tim.” He gave me a doubtful smile like you’d give an elderly grandparent. “Good talk.”
MAKEOVER YOUR MONEYMAKER,sneak peek.
Four design teams compete to turn a home into a business.
Team: Tim and Tabitha
100 Comments:
ShakeYourMoneymaker:Four stars. Hammering good enemies-to-lovers series. Dialogue could be faster-paced. It’s scripted, right?
RugbyThighs69:I want to be strung on Tim’s tool belt.
TeamTimFTW342:Talking of highly strung, what about her? Why is she whining about how Aberdeeen describes the dating weekends? You don’t likeThe Bachelor? What a snob!
GirlBossesDoItBetter:Stop spouting bin juice. Tabitha was putting viewers straight on what her parents’ dating weekends are about. She never mentionedThe Bachelor, so don’t twist her words, you gobshite.
CotswoldsOwn:You’re not doing yourselves any favors at the tuck table, dear. Move. Away.
LaIslaBonita:You are a sexist loser.
DramaFarmer:The snooty cats. Mic drop.
17
Tim
Second weekend filming, Saturday
“So, Yuxi shamedyou into stepping up?” I asked Solomon a week later.
Solomon sluggishly lifted the wheelbarrow I’d piled high with old fixtures that needed to be taken out to the recycling. Yuxi was outside with Tabs, emptying the first load.
My brain and body felt as tired as he looked after a week of working on this house while Tabs was at her newspaper job in London. Over the last five days, I’d fixed the roof and guttering, finished the bedrooms, and worked on the bathrooms. That was in between running my own business building other homes, rugby practices, and racing home to check on Mum. I sleptfitfully, as she sometimes woke up confused and tripped over furniture.
Solomon grunted at my question about Yuxi. “Yeah, she insisted on signing whatever forms needed to do physical work. So, I had to too.” He didn’t seem terribly happy about it, and his shoulders slumped as he impatiently brushed dust from his knees.
“Well, your jeans are nice. Freshly pressed, I notice.” So fresh they had knife-sharp lines down the front.
“My mother,” he said without a hint of embarrassment.
“Your mother irons your clothes?”
“Well, she pays for a housekeeper. Who also cooks dinner, tidies my room, and washes and irons my clothes. Yeah, why?”
