Underneath It All (The Walsh Series #1) by Kate Canterbary Page B
Authors: Kate Canterbary
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wrecking ball’s the only thing taking down this place.”
Over my shoulder I saw Lauren, her head shaking. She stared at the abandoned button mill’s broken windows and released a strangled sigh.
“Okay, explain to me what’s wrong with this site,” I said. “Because this will work and it won’t cost half of what the last three sites would have. And it’s solid. I walked the roofline twice, and it’s the most stable roof I’ve seen in months. And that’s saying something because I climb a lot of roofs.”
She waved at the cavernous space. “I don’t see it the way you do, Matthew, I don’t get it. How am I supposed to make this into classrooms? Where’s the playground going to go? And do you see how the floors slant? That’s gotta be expensive to fix.”
I paused, expecting a dozen more complaints. Despite wanting to peel her jeans off and fuck her against one of those brick walls, I was also in architect mode and trying to keep my client happy. My brain blew up a few times attempting to manage that line, and counting bricks was the only thing keeping me from doing wind sprints up and down the mill floor.
As if I needed to make matters more complex, there was a pussy necklace in my pocket. It was all too easy for my hand to slide in there and, without thinking, let my thumb glide over the stone.
“Those are reasonable concerns, and they’re solvable. I sketched a rough plan. You’ll see all the classrooms you requested here, along this half of the building. Look.” I handed over my graphing notebook. “And the offices and gymnasium and cafeteria here, along this side. By my math—which tends to be correct—you have space for more classrooms or offices, if you want them. And flooring is a fast fix. It doesn’t require a quarter million in steel, unlike everything else we’ve seen.”
Lauren’s arms crossed over her chest while she turned a critical eye to the design. I knew this wasn’t exactly what she wanted, and the degree of abandonment was pretty high—the rusted-out water heaters piled along one side of the building weren’t helping my case, and neither were the raccoons defending their territory in the basement.
“Oh,” she said at length. “Okay. I like that.”
“All you need here is upgraded flooring, drywall, and ventilation, and a couple green improvements. Altogether, that will cost less than the steel on the last property we checked out. You can afford this.”
“How much?”
“All in? I could ballpark it,” I shrugged. Staring at the walls, I visualized a few cost structures and scribbled a number beside the blueprint before handing it to Lauren. “Fully loaded.”
“You did that in your head.” She pointed at the number. “I didn’t see you write anything down, or use a calculator.”
Watching Lauren’s eyebrow arch, I chuckled and slipped my hands into my pockets. “Well, yeah. It’s mostly addition. Some multiplication.”
“Don’t let anyone tell you you’re anything less than freakish.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I laughed. “I can give you something more precise when I draw this up, and do some more research on the lot. The estimate might be a bit high.”
Lauren nodded and paced the perimeter. The mill’s interior was huge, and when she wandered out of sight, a thin sheen of doubt trickled into my stomach. I had seen her debating with herself at the park, and I had seen her turn to walk away. Even when she excused herself to the ladies’ room at the bakery, I contemplated whether she’d sneak out through the kitchen.
I couldn’t understand what kept pulling her away from me when all I wanted was to pull her closer.
After waking up alone, I had surveyed the wreckage of my loft—note to self: never, ever leave used condoms on the floor where it was all too easy to step on them—and took a long shower. I expected the hot spray to wash away the night, to clear my head, but if anything, each drop of water left me more tightly wound.
Over my shoulder I saw Lauren, her head shaking. She stared at the abandoned button mill’s broken windows and released a strangled sigh.
“Okay, explain to me what’s wrong with this site,” I said. “Because this will work and it won’t cost half of what the last three sites would have. And it’s solid. I walked the roofline twice, and it’s the most stable roof I’ve seen in months. And that’s saying something because I climb a lot of roofs.”
She waved at the cavernous space. “I don’t see it the way you do, Matthew, I don’t get it. How am I supposed to make this into classrooms? Where’s the playground going to go? And do you see how the floors slant? That’s gotta be expensive to fix.”
I paused, expecting a dozen more complaints. Despite wanting to peel her jeans off and fuck her against one of those brick walls, I was also in architect mode and trying to keep my client happy. My brain blew up a few times attempting to manage that line, and counting bricks was the only thing keeping me from doing wind sprints up and down the mill floor.
As if I needed to make matters more complex, there was a pussy necklace in my pocket. It was all too easy for my hand to slide in there and, without thinking, let my thumb glide over the stone.
“Those are reasonable concerns, and they’re solvable. I sketched a rough plan. You’ll see all the classrooms you requested here, along this half of the building. Look.” I handed over my graphing notebook. “And the offices and gymnasium and cafeteria here, along this side. By my math—which tends to be correct—you have space for more classrooms or offices, if you want them. And flooring is a fast fix. It doesn’t require a quarter million in steel, unlike everything else we’ve seen.”
Lauren’s arms crossed over her chest while she turned a critical eye to the design. I knew this wasn’t exactly what she wanted, and the degree of abandonment was pretty high—the rusted-out water heaters piled along one side of the building weren’t helping my case, and neither were the raccoons defending their territory in the basement.
“Oh,” she said at length. “Okay. I like that.”
“All you need here is upgraded flooring, drywall, and ventilation, and a couple green improvements. Altogether, that will cost less than the steel on the last property we checked out. You can afford this.”
“How much?”
“All in? I could ballpark it,” I shrugged. Staring at the walls, I visualized a few cost structures and scribbled a number beside the blueprint before handing it to Lauren. “Fully loaded.”
“You did that in your head.” She pointed at the number. “I didn’t see you write anything down, or use a calculator.”
Watching Lauren’s eyebrow arch, I chuckled and slipped my hands into my pockets. “Well, yeah. It’s mostly addition. Some multiplication.”
“Don’t let anyone tell you you’re anything less than freakish.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I laughed. “I can give you something more precise when I draw this up, and do some more research on the lot. The estimate might be a bit high.”
Lauren nodded and paced the perimeter. The mill’s interior was huge, and when she wandered out of sight, a thin sheen of doubt trickled into my stomach. I had seen her debating with herself at the park, and I had seen her turn to walk away. Even when she excused herself to the ladies’ room at the bakery, I contemplated whether she’d sneak out through the kitchen.
I couldn’t understand what kept pulling her away from me when all I wanted was to pull her closer.
After waking up alone, I had surveyed the wreckage of my loft—note to self: never, ever leave used condoms on the floor where it was all too easy to step on them—and took a long shower. I expected the hot spray to wash away the night, to clear my head, but if anything, each drop of water left me more tightly wound.
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