Roxanne's POV
My goodness, the sledgehammer is heavier than I thought.
I'm standing in front of a drywall partition inside what will soon be my gallery, wearing a bright yellow hard hat and questioning how I allowed Isaiah to talk me into wearing it.
"Are you sure about this?" Isaiah asks, coming to stand behind me, amusement dancing in his voice.
“Absolutely not,” I admit, adjusting my grip on the hammer handle. “But I'm doing it anyway.”
It's been two weeks since I signed the lease, and two weeks since I told Reese to go to hell in the lobby, and construction and renovation of the building officially starts today.
Isaiah had dropped off this hard hat yesterday with a note that said “safety first,” and now here I am at seven in the morning, about to demolish a wall.
“Here.” He mov
