Chapter Eight
Jed
I could feel Serena seething behind me, which, really, didn’t help her case at all.
She may not realize that I was picky about who bought my furniture, that it wasn’t about the money for me, but about finding the right home for my work.
“Thank you so much. Enjoy,” I said to the customer after she paid and told me again how much she loved my work.
Then, with no one left in the workshop but Reardon, Chris, and Serena, I turned back around and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Do you need help getting the shelves home, Rear?” I asked, ignoring Serena’s frustrated sigh.
“Ah, no, we got it,” Reardon said, looking between Serena and me with a confused expression. He must have decided not to get involved, because he shrugged and added, “Well, we’d best be getting back. C’mo
