Just the Three of Us

Kristo

I tapped my fingers on my elbow impatiently. I felt a little bad that I had called these guys out at such short notice, but it was for the best. I wanted to have everything ready to go by the time Amaya arrived here with her sister. I wanted to show them both I was about as serious about this as I possibly could be.

“How much longer do you think you’ll be?” I asked the workman who passed by me, a bag of tools slung over his shoulder and clinking loudly. He shrugged.

“Should be another hour, at most?” he offered, and I could tell my impatience was getting to him.

“If I put another five hundred on the price tag, could you get it done quicker?” I asked, and he nodded at once.

“Sure thing, boss,” he flashed me a smile, and then he disappeared and left me waiting in the kitchen, wondering if there was any way in hell they were going to get this finished in time.

It was my fault. If I wanted a stairlift put in, I could have organized it long before the actual day Jolene was supposed