Twelve
“Can we swing by Murdoch’s before we head to lunch?” Jeremiah asked. “They’re having a tool sale.”
“All that money burning a hole in your pocket?” Heather teased.
“Maybe a little.” He stopped the shopping cart at her truck and lifted the tonneau cover. “But I could really use a bigger compressor, and Murdoch’s has a good deal on one right now. Besides, I have two more custom-ordered offices to build, so I figure now would be a good time to invest in my business.”
“Two more? Wow. Guess my mother won’t have to worry about you resenting me for out-earning you.”
He eyed her with concern. “I hope you don’t think I’d ever resent you for making more money than me. Because if I was the kind of man who had a problem with powerful, independent women, I wouldn’t have been attracted to you
