Page 35 of Montana Heat

“She’s on the phone a lot, so I thought my office might be better.”

I looked around. It was neat but bare. A laptop sat on the small desk with a notepad and pen holder beside it, nothing more.

“I obviously don’t use this office a lot.” He shrugged, indicating for me to sit. “Like I said, I’m not great with computers and online stuff.”

The small room had windows, and I liked that I could see Susanna in the bigger office if the door was closed. Windows also looked out to the garage bays, so I would see Jensen too.

He got me situated and provided the log-ins he wanted to use on social media, plus some ideas he’d jotted down.

“Will this work? Can you read my scribble?”

“Sure, this will do fine.”

He grimaced at the notes he’d handed me. “I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job with this. These were just my thoughts.”

I studied the words he’d written on the paper: bold fonts, earth-tone colors, manly.

The last word was underlined three times.

“You know, just add whatever design you think would work to show the services and prices, an FAQ section, et cetera. Whatever you think works.”

“But make it manly.” I grabbed a pen on the desk and underlined the word again, grinning. “Got it.”

His own grin was sheepish. “Yeah. No pastels or twirly fonts.”

I bit back my laugh. “None. Scout’s honor.”

This was going to be fun.

“Let me show you some of my woodworking. I have a bay here that’s just for that.”

“Sure, show me where the magic happens. That will be good fodder for the website and social media.”

We walked out to the far end of the garage, and he opened a bay door. I had to do a double take at what I saw.

“Wow. This is not what I was expecting.”

He walked over to a large workbench, which was pretty much the only thing in the bay that I could name. “More than you were expecting?”

I had to chuckle. “I knew you were doing more than carving stuff with a whittling knife, but yeah. This is impressive.”

“I’ve grown it over the past year. I use the table saw all the time. And this is a band saw.”

I grabbed my phone and started typing in the words he was saying so I could look them up when I got back to the computer. “Keep going.”

He flushed a little. “Isn’t this boring to you?”

“Not at all. I don’t know what any of it is for, but I can research that later. But this can definitely be a part of the social media campaign.” An idea was already formulating in my head. “We could concentrate on a different machine each week. Talk about what it’s used for.”

He looked around, a smile building on his face. “I never thought of that. You’re really good at this social media stuff.”

“I just try to get into the heads of your customers. Tell me more.”

He walked around, pointing to different things—drum sander, spindle shaper, clamp rack, jointer, radial arm saw—and I typed as fast as I could.

We finally came to a table that held what I’d been expecting: knives. All kinds and sizes.

“I’m assuming this is where it began.”

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