Chapter Seven
“HERE’S THE HAMMER,” Brent Dresden said as he held the tool by the head, offering the handle to Glen, who simply reached up and grabbed it. Brent squatted down on the deck as he looked down on Glen who was in the middle of adding more supports to the base of the dock they were installing for a Mrs. Patterson, soon to be Miss Patterson. Brent glanced back at the house, a smirk creasing his lips. “I bet she has an extra room. She may even cut you a deal on the rent. Obviously, she has some major alimony coming in from the divorce.” He turned, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide. “Hey, maybe she’ll take the rent out in trade. Women have needs, you know?”
Glen shook his head. “You’re a pig.”
Brent shrugged his thick shoulders as he ran a hand through his walnut hair, the bangs once
