“This is probably going to come out wrong,” I start, “but how did you get interested in home renovations? You’re a refined businesswoman…” She snorts. “I mean by appearances. Nobody would call your personality refined.”
She nods, tapping her fingers on the bar and looking impatient. “I bought a s**t hole house in a s**t hole neighborhood to spite my parents and I made it nice to prove that I could.”
I nod. “I, too, bought a s**t hole house. But I haven’t put in the time to fix it up much.”
She looks at me, considering. “I did most of the work when I was right out of college,” she says. “I was lower on the ladder at work and had more time.”
I finally manage to flag down the bar tender and order us each a light beer. There’s no way I’ll make it back to Nicole’s house on foot if I dri
