Chapter 39

“You all right?” Travis asked me as we drove over to the new office building. There wasn’t much left to do by way of demolition, so I was bringing Travis in to go over the budget for the infrastructure in the office: hardwood floors, cabinetry, swatches—stuff like that.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Just been a stressful couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Travis said. “What even happened that night at the carnival? Lana and Paulette seemed to know something, but they wouldn’t tell me.”

“It’s Marley’s business, and I don’t want to divulge information she might not be ready to share,” I said.

“Fair enough,” Travis said as he pulled down the road our new building was on. “I wasn’t trying to pry.”

“Nah, I know. How are things going with Lana?” I asked, trying my best to change the subject. “Did you pass quality control?”

“I think so?” He sighed. “To be entirely honest, Lana’s kinda tough. Like I’m not trying to get into her pencil skirt or anything, but she treats me like I am all the time. Som