She smiled, unwrapping a thick chocolate-chip cookie. “Seems like the same thing, in the end. Your father makes things look better. Landscaping, flowers, trees, yards. You’re going to do the same thing, just on a larger scale.”
He grinned across the table at her. “That’s right. No one says bridges have to be ugly, after all.” He snickered. “Hell. Maybe I’ll put some planters in at the sides, and throw some business my dad’s way.”
He finished his cookie and glanced outside. It wouldn’t be easy getting up after they ate. But Aaron knew from experience that the longer they waited, the harder it was going to be to get back to work. So after they cleaned up, it was back outside they went, where the weather had changed. A heavy mist was in the air, coating everything with heavy droplets of wat
