The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

“Well, it’s damn competitive, but it’s lucrative, too. Feels like I work around the clock,” Dig replied.

“Speaking of working around the clock,” I said, “Carter, what’s the p

lan for Jayma’s house?”

She smiled. “Yeah, Carter, what is the plan for my house?”

He nodded. I admired a man who was ready. “Got my crew coming at seven a.m. We’ll be able to dive right in since Jayma already has the permits from the city. We’ll gut the rooms that need it, haul away the waste, and start putting up new drywall.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’d love to pitch in where I can. I want to learn some home improvement skills. Just put me to work,” I said.

“Maybe he’ll be your bitch, Carter,” Jayma said with a naughty laugh.

“Hey now, don’t give the guy any ideas,” I said.

“So do you think you can get the work done fast?” Dig asked. “I can start lining up some buyers.”

“I’m not sure. I do feel hopeful, though. We’re cutting it close. But we’re going to try our damnedest,” he said.

“Ooh, speaking of trying, we’ve got to be going. We have another dance class,” Jayma said.

“Dance? You guys are going dancing?”

Ugh. Now they were going to think I was a douche. “Guys, guys. Before you start busting my chops, I’d like to let you know that our first date was a dance class. I’d always heard girls love that shit. But it’s Jayma who wants to go back for another.”

Dig wore a raised eyebrow, and Carter was barely hiding a smirk.

“You guys better watch it or I’ll be dragging your asses to the studio for a lesson,” Jayma said. Spunky. I liked that.

Dig raised his hands as if he were surrendering to something. “Hey. Each to his or her own. You guys go and enjoy. Twinkletoes.”

I hadn’t been very psyched about going back to Metronome, since I sucked so badly the first time we went. But Jayma had really wanted to give it another try, so I caved. Shit, who was I fooling? I couldn’t say no to her if I’d wanted to.

“So, how’d your meeting with old man Renner go?” I asked her as we drove across town.

“Oh. It went well.” She nodded.

“Yeah? That all you’re gonna tell me?”

“Well, there’s not really much to tell. I mean, Mr. Renner said he might have something for me sometime soon.”

“You’re kidding! That’s great. Aren’t you excited?”

She did not seem excited.

“I am. I just can’t say much at this point. But I am.”

Huh.

“How’s work going for you?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s fine. Great, even. My accounts seem happy. But I can’t keep up this pace. It’s nice I’m getting out tonight, but every other night this week, I’ll be working late. I’m getting really burned out.”

We drove in silence for a minute.

“You know what? Let’s turn around and go back home. Well, to Carter’s, I mean,” she said.

“What? I thought you wanted to humiliate me with more swing dancing. Are you letting me off the hook?”