“The plumber is scheduled for tomorrow," Ben said, glancing down at his notes. “I've told John not to install the drywall in there until the guy finishes up. I'm not paying for patch jobs."
Clint nodded, as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on his truck. “Smart. It's not like we're in a rush or anything. And hanging drywall in that bathroom will take less than an hour at most." He stared off at the shrubs that lined the long drive as two squirrels chased each other among the branches, leaping and chittering in a lovers' game of conquest. He only half listened to what Ben said, as the other man went down their to-do list for the next few days, Clint's mind still on the meeting with Bonnie at the park last night. He was glad Aimee was there after all. Bonnie was unbelievable,
