Page 20 of Second Chances
Charlotte's smile faltered. "Fifty. That's a little aggressive for someone who doesn't have any skin in the game. Thirty."
"Thirty-five, and I'd like the option to buy in for the other fifteen once my divorce is settled."
Charlotte stared at her and then smiled, "You've got it."
"Really?" Megan would've been fine with ten percent.
"Megan here's your first cut-throat business lesson - you don't get what you don't ask for."
Timber started to whimper in the back seat of the car and Megan reached back to offer a reassuring pat on the head. "Do we have a deal?"
"Deal." Megan held out her hand. Charlotte slid off her deerskin glove and shook Megan's hand enthusiastically.
Timber’s whimpers grew louder, and Megan noticed Charlotte's eyes divert over her shoulder and grow wide. "You lucky girl," she whispered, a wry smile on her face.
Megan turned in her seat to follow Charlotte's gaze.
His back was to her, and he had a stack of lumber on his shoulder, his tool belt slung around his waist, but the red hat was a dead giveaway, that, and Timber whimpering in the back, excited to see his owner.
