Page 2 of Whiskey Holiday
"You gave us that and more, Tannon." Andrew shakes my hand and pats me on the shoulder. "Which is why Anna and I have been singing your praises every chance we get."
"Appreciate that, Andrew."
Andrew falls in step beside me as I walk back to my truck. "I'll stop by your office later this afternoon with a check for the final payment."
"That'll work. I'll see you then." I give Andrew one last nod before climbing into the truck.
As I'm driving through the town square, I take in all the tourists already filling the sidewalks as they make their way from shop to shop. Some have their hands full of shopping bags from Morton's Department Store, and some have ducked inside A Latte Like Christmas, the local coffee shop for something to warm their bellies. I also notice one family wearing their ski gear. No doubt headed for the slopes to spend the day skiing.
A few minutes later, I arrive at the office to find Nash's truck parked out front. T & N Restoration is located directly in the middle of town in a quaint brick building next to a hardware store. The front of the building has a large window with our company name etched on it. It's been six months, yet I still have a sense of pride wash over me every day when I pull into my parking spot to see those letters on the window.
As I walk inside, Duke brushes past me, making his way down the hall to my office to where his bed is. On my way there, I stop at Nash's office door and rap my knuckles on the open door. "Hey. Got any messages for me?"
Nash looks up from his computer. "Hey, man. No messages. I'm just finishing up on this week's paperwork. How'd things go this morning? Was Andrew and his wife satisfied with the job?"
"Yeah. He said he would be in later to take care of his balance."
Nash nods. "That's cool. Will you be here when he comes by? I need to head out to the lumber yard. That shipment of ours came in a week early."
"Shit. Really? That's good news. I'll call Mrs. Betty and let her know we can get started on her kitchen earlier than expected. She'll be pleased."
Nash stands from behind his desk and throws his coat on. "Sounds good. I'm going to hit the road. There was a tree down on Elk Street, so that means I'll have to take a detour to the lumber yard. I want to get there before old man Cunningham closes for lunch. And you know how he is. He gets to talking to the ladies at the diner, and a thirty-minute break will turn into three hours. Last month my ass was waiting half the damn day for him to return."
I chuckle cause he's right about the old man. "Alright, man. I'll catch you later." With a nod, I turn and make my way down the hall and into my office.
