The gallery needed more work than I'd anticipated. Walls that looked fine in photos revealed water damage up close. The hardwood floors were beautiful but scratched beyond simple refinishing. The lighting fixtures were older than I was.
"This is going to cost more than I budgeted," I said, staring at my contractor's estimate.
Skyler read over my shoulder. "It's an investment. And you have the funds from selling your Seattle pieces."
"Most of those funds. Not all." I chewed my lip. "Maybe I'm being too ambitious. Maybe I should start smaller."
"Hey." He turned me to face him. "You've dreamed about this. Don't let renovation costs scare you off. We'll figure it out."
"We?"
"You think I'm going to let you struggle with this alone? I have savings. The pack has a small business fund for m
