Chapter Twenty-One
“SO, I GET to finally see the Bat Cave, huh?” Aimee glanced around Clint’s workshop at all the tools; some hung from pegs on the wall while others were sprawled on a worktable, ready to be put to use. A scattering of finished and unfinished products lay strewn about, creations in all different phases of construction. “I feel special.” She took a deep breath in through her nose, the air full of the aroma of sawdust. Her camera bag was slung over her shoulder, and she gripped it tight, her mind already lost on the possibilities of various pictures to showcase Clint’s work. She was excited when he asked her to meet him at his shop and take some photos of some of his pieces of furniture, eager not only to be back behind the camera lens again but also to use it to help in Cl
