Not Interested
“So what’s Josie’s deal?” Two hours later, Porter hopped down from the ladder. He wiped the spackle from his hands onto his jeans.
I glanced over and went back to measuring for the last piece of sheetrock that needed to be hung on the walls. “There is no deal.”
“You’re not interested in her?”
My jaw flexed. “Nope.”
“Then why are we over here on a Sunday morning working on her living room when the high school job is running a week behind? If we were going to put in overtime, it would make more sense to be laying the oak floor in the gymnasium.”
“Let me manage my business, and you manage yours.”
Porter stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Don’t have any business to manage. Opal said Josie hit your mailbox.”
I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head. Did the whole
