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I chuckled. “I wish I could say the same, but he just told me.”
He burst into laughter. “He wanted to tell you in person. And it’s still new.”
Callum casually draped his arm across the back of Kerry’s chair—fingers tracing his shoulder.
Kerry hummed and leaned into the touch.
I smiled. It had been years since I’d last seen my friend so content, and never with an alpha.
“So,” I started. “Tell me everything.”
“Well…” Callum started.
“There I was…” Kerry said at the same time.
Both men paused, looked at each other, and we all broke into laughter.
Chapter 4 - Craig
Iwheeled the cart out of the way so my customer could close his truck’s tailgate, then watched as he checked that everything was secure in the bed.
He nodded, rounded the truck, and shook my hand.
“Got everything you need?” I asked.
He looked into the bed again. “Sure hope so. I have the feeling the wife won’t be happy about how much her little Pinternet project will really cost. But she wanted live-edge floating shelves. I’m just in charge of making and installing them.”
I chuckled. “Hope it all works out. Make sure you anchor them well.”
He laughed. “Paid good money for a stud finder, rather than wreck my knuckles knocking on the wall. And I already tossed the flimsy anchors that came with the kit for the flapper ones.”
I nodded. “Good plan.”
He looked into the bed of his truck again. “And I got one more slab than I needed, just in case.”
“Also, a good plan.” I paused. “And remember the biggest rule: measure twice, cut once.”
He laughed. “As expensive as this was, I’m measuring three times.”
“Live edge pieces from a mill versus whatever the big box store has, it’s worth it in quality.”
He grinned. “And that’s why I come here. I got sick of warped pieces from the big guys.”
I chuckled and grabbed the cart. “Have fun with it.”
He snorted. “Oh yeah, it’ll be a blast.”
We shared a laugh, then he climbed into the truck as I headed back to the building.
The distinct sound of an older truck and tires on gravel caught my attention. I turned to see a two-toned beater pull into the yard.
I waved to my customer as he drove out, then turned to where the newcomer had parked. He got out of his truck, and I was prepared to greet him, when a shaggy brown dog jumped out behind him.
I froze. Did the mill allow dogs?
Should I tell him to leave the dog outside? Leash it?
My thoughts were interrupted by a coworker striding over from the yard.
