Chapter 31

Emotionally, however…

Trent stood in the guestroom doorway as I unpacked and put away my meager belongings. The pants and shirt I’d worn for my meeting with Wilson were hung neatly in the closet. They’d have to be my work clothes once I began hiring out to do plumbing repairs—if that happened. For damned sure I was going to try to make certain it did.

“We should add clothes to your list,” Trent said. “And…”

I held up my hand to stop him. “One thing at a time. I need tools and a toolbox.”

“It’s Saturday. We’ll go shopping.”

“There are cheaper places online.”

“True, but the sooner you’ve got what you need, the sooner you can pick up clients.” Just like before, he was pushing. That got my back up. I guess he realized what he was doing because he said, “Sorry. It’s your decision. I’m trying to help.”