Otho Newcomer started the lathe and reached for the spindle gouge. The air was nippy. More than nippy, it was freezing. Not the best day to do outdoors work, but the snow was glistening, and he had the entire day off. He might not build his porch in the middle of the winter, but he would have the poles ready for when the snow melted.
Moving up here had been the best decision he’d ever made. Not that it had been his idea. He and Joslyn had been friends since kindergarten, and a little while after she’d moved here for a bartender job, the resort advertised for a maintenance man. It might not be the kind of future he’d seen for himself, but Joslyn had begged him to apply, and he didn’t regret his decision.
Living next door to his workplace had its pros and cons, but he loved his little cabi
