“Well, somebody seems to have gotten his groove back.”
Mitch looked up from the construction drawings spread over the hood of his truck and arched a brow at Liam. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just sayin’, you don’t have that hangdog thing going on anymore. You seem more like your old self. Happy.”
Ecstatic was more like, but Mitch had been actively trying to tamp that down the last few days, since he and Tess were keeping things on the down low. No sense inviting questions by giving in to the urge to dance down the sidewalk and click his heels together like the star of some 1950s musical. But he knew he had to give some explanation. “I’ve got a new project I’m pretty pumped about.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
With a soundtrack of nail guns and circular saws behind them, Mitch filled Liam in on the plans
