The next morning
"And I keep telling you, as long as it has a good kitchen, I don't care if it has a mancave or whatever the hell that even means. As long as you're not watching porn or bringing over ladies, I don't care what you do in there." I wanted to wring his neck. If people thought women were fussy, they hadn't met Ryker Penn.
The man was finicky, bordering on neurotic, with his specifications and demands in a single home. He needed at least five bedrooms-for what, I had no idea. Two offices-again, I had no idea why. I sketched on an iPad while watching action movies. Sometimes I would use an office chair and a drafting table, but with the ease of keeping all the files electronic, I rarely did that anymore.
The rest of the list that he had to have was almost embarrassing. I gue
