Chapter 8
Two months later
Taylor
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“LOOKS LIKE THERE’S a storm rolling in,” J.T. said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was a hot, August afternoon and luckily, we’d just finished a roofing job in Davenport. It was our fourteenth one so far that summer, which wasn’t bad for a two-man crew. We’d been working our asses off and I finally had some money tucked away in my savings. I foresaw a trip to Vegas in the near future and possibly even a snowmobile. Snow was just around the corner, and as far as I was concerned, a new Ski-doo would take the edge off of a cold winter.
Shutting the tailgate of my pickup, I looked up at the sky. It was humid and dark clouds were moving in quickly. “Good thing we finished when we did.”
“No s**t,” he said, pulling out two bottles of water
