Amanda’s POV
“So did everything go well this morning with the construction crew?” I ask as we sit down to dinner. I had made personal sized barbecue chicken pizzas using naan bread as a base, leftover grilled chicken, and a variety of vegetables and cheese, along with a green salad.
“They seem to know what they are doing,” Mark replies, in between bites of his salad. “But I still wish you’d be there to watch over everything properly.”
“I’ve told you, the renovations will be too noisy for me to concentrate on my writing,” I remind him for at least the 10th time in the last month. “Plus, they might have to turn off the water or the electricity for hours at a time! The hall bath and the powder room both have no windows, and I need to pee more frequently these days.”
“I suppose those
