Bishop Ridge by Cate Ashwood

Author:Cate Ashwood [Ashwood, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

Logan

Well, this evening hadn’t gone as I thought it would.

Two hours after I’d arrived in Belcourt, I was covered in sweat and breathing hard, but demolishing the basement of the guy I was supposed to be fucking wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.

“Why the hell are you ripping apart your basement again?” Spence asked, pulling up a square of linoleum and tossing it on the pile of pieces we’d already removed.

“Renovating,” Jackson said. “For resale.”

“You’re moving?” Spence asked.

“You knew that,” Witt pointed out.

“Did I?”

“Not for a few months yet, but I bought this place instead of renting because it was cheaper. Real estate in places where no one wants to live is a bargain, but I’m worried about being able to unload it quickly when I do finally go. I don’t want to be hanging on to it while I’m thousands of miles away.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Spence said.

“Thousands of miles away?” I asked.

“Santa Fe. I signed a contract to work starting in January at a concrete manufacturer.”

“Right,” I said, though it came out as more of a croak.

“Have you thought about renting this place out? You’re putting in a suite down here with a kitchen and everything, right?” Witt had changed the subject back to practical matters while I was mentally calculating how many states were in between here and New Mexico.

“If you can’t sell it right away, you could always rent it out,” Witt suggested cheerfully. “It’d be a good investment property. I’m sure whatever you’d collect in rental income would more than cover the mortgage.”

Jackson shrugged. “Probably, but the thought of being tied to some place… I dunno. I’ve always liked the idea of moving somewhere new and starting fresh, no reason to go back.”

I ignored the pang of disquiet over the thought.

“You about done over there?” Jackson called. Ollie was tearing tile off the wall in the bathroom. The entire basement looked like the last time it had been updated, Eisenhower had been president.

“Almost. Not sure what they used to stick these tiles down originally, but it sure as fuck wasn’t what they shoulda been using.”

“You did check to ensure there was no asbestos down here, right?” Witt asked, eyeing a ceiling tile as though he could tell just by looking at it.

“Yeah. I’m not an idiot. Got a kit from Home Depot in Juneau a couple of trips ago.”

“And those are reliably accurate?”

Jackson shrugged. “Guess so?”

Witt didn’t seem convinced, and I couldn’t help but laugh. In the span of a few hours, Witt had become my new favorite person. He was so blatantly innocent, I couldn’t help but feel a little protective of him—over what I wasn’t quite sure, but I wanted to pick him up and tuck him in my pocket.

Ollie emerged from the bathroom a minute later, covered head to toe in dust, bits of drywall stuck in his hair. “Tiles are off the wall and bagged up.”

“Why are we doing this again?” Spence whined as he chipped at a particularly stubborn piece of linoleum.

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