Chapter 4
“Huh.” Nolan mopped his sweaty face off with the hem of his shirt.
“What’s the ‘huh’ about?” Rick also wiped his face with his shirt. The only difference was Rick had previously removed his shirt and shoved it into his back pocket specifically for the purpose of having a sweat rag within easy reach.
“Well, I was just thinking how much this actually looks like a shed foundation.”
“I should hope so,” Rick said. “Wasn’t that the point?”
“I’m just not very good at building stuff.”
“You’re better than Cameron.”
“Hey!” Cam tossed down the lumber scraps he had been gathering. “If you’re going to talk smack, I’m done.”
Rick clapped his son on the back before kissing him on his drenched forehead. “Now, don’t get jealous. You may be more accurate at measuring, cutting, and nailing
