Jonah and I sat down at the table and our waitress handed us the menus. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a quick text to Dom letting him know I was having breakfast before going home. I knew he would already be on his way to Seattle. Both he and Paul had been putting in longer hours since the restaurant was scheduled to open in less than two weeks. I put my phone down and looked at Jonah who nodded up at me.
“How’s everything going?” He asked.
“With the house or with the restaurant?” There was currently so much going on that I didn’t even know where to start.
“The restaurant is his gig. So tell me about the house.”
“We finally finished picking out the granite. Which in and of itself is a crazy process. Do you even know how many different quality levels of granite there a
