“HEY SOPH!” JAKE CALLED as she stepped through the wide doors of the barn conversion they were finishing up. He was balanced at the top of a very tall ladder, putting the finishing touches on the beams with a stain covered brush. “Who are you trying to s*x up today?”
“Mr. Hoster,” she told him. “He's the one building that new hotel downtown.”
“I guess we really need this job, huh?” he asked with a wink and a smirk.
“Damn right.” They did. Even though the jobs they brought in put meat on the table and gas in the tank, they were small-time compared to the big business of major hotels. If this Mr. Hoster was even slightly more inclined to employ their services due to her looking particularly good today, she'd take it with hardly a complaint from her feminist side. Business was busin
