Chapter Twenty-Nine
Amelia
I slapped my leather work gloves against my jeans, knocking the dirt loose, and glanced to Lucy who stood beside me, hands on hips as we surveyed our work.
“Are you sure that weird corner window they want isn’t going to be a nightmare?” Lucy asked, turning to face me. She had dirt streaked on one cheek, her blonde hair was tumbling loose from its ponytail, and she looked as weary as I felt.
We’d pushed hard today and finished the framing for the home on this project. With Cade’s absence an ever-present ache in my heart, so strong it was visceral, I’d thrown myself into work. I looked up to the corner Lucy was referencing. The owners wanted a corner window that was sort of a bay window times two. It wasn’t common and involved some extra angles, but I wasn’t co
