Chapter 63

“Yep. I love the way it looks on you.”

I could have wriggled with pleasure. Instead I put on a pair of brown socks and cocoa trousers.

“No need to waste money on someone who’ll only do a half-assed job. I’ll take care of it foryou, babe.”

“You can do that?”

“Sure. My dad’s an architect, and my uncle runs the family construction business. I’ve been working on jobs since I was fourteen. Aside from the appliances, which all need to be replaced—sorry, babe, but there’s no getting around that—I can ‘rock the walls, replace the plumbing fixtures, and clean out the traps.”

“Okay, Wills. If you want to, and if you have the time…” I stepped into a pair of brown loafers. I didn’t know if he knew how to do any of the things he’d mentioned, but if he wanted to play handyman, I’d let him.

And afterward, I’d have professionals come in to make sure everything was up to code.

I handed him a spare key for the attic apartment.

“By the way, do you have the paperwork on that tenant?”