Page 11 of Ava
“Thanks, Uncle Chip. I’ll play it by ear.” They looked up when the door opened and Justin walked in. The first thing he did after glancing around the room was walk over to the wall holding the maps.
“I like.”
“Thanks. What do you have?”
“First, don’t be mad at Dillon for sending me the original blueprints.” As he spoke, he opened a long round tube and upended it to pull out a stack of papers. He pointed to her desk, and at her nod, he unrolled them.
“First, this is the set of blueprints I received.”
“The ones that were rejected by the town?”
“Correct. I know why they were rejected.”
“Why?”
“See this?” Justin bent over, and grabbed a pen from the cup at the front of the desk to use as a pointer. “See this right here?”
“I guess, I’ll be honest, I don’t really understand what I’m looking at.”
“This is what the original architect had for the support beams for the second floor. He only accounted for five joists to hold up the entire second floor. There would be too much weight for them to hold.”
“And there could be a possibility of the second floor collapsing.” Morgan looked at her brother in shock.
“Yes, but I took the plans, redid a few things, and drew up where I would put ten steel beams in. Not only would they hold the weight of the second floor, but also any additional weight from snow on the roof.”
“Shit, I never thought of that.”
“And that’s what I’m here for.” Justin grinned at her, and took the next fifteen minutes to go over the plan with her.
“Why is this building over here?” She pointed at one off to the side. “What purpose would it serve?”
“That’s the garage. It’s huge, because I thought we could park our bikes in it, and not ride past the barn and scare Wyatt’s horses. In our trailers are our Harleys, as well as our ATVs we use on construction sites, and all our tools. We can use them to get back and forth from here to the campers.”
“Oh,” Morgan said, then frowned. “How many bikes would it hold?”
“As it stands right now, a lot.” Justin closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples. When he opened them, he grinned at her. “It’s double the size of Dad’s garage at the house.”
“Ah, and yes it would work perfectly.” She nodded. “We better get back to the house.”
“One more thing,” Justin said as he rolled up the plans and stuck them back in the tube. When he wouldn’t look at her, she frowned at him.
“Justin?”
He scratched his head, then sighed heavily. “We have another truck arriving by the end of next week. It’s a tractor trailer with a couple of workers, and they’re hauling our heavy equipment out.”
“And?” Morgan asked. “Why do I feel like there’s anandattached to that statement?”
“And the driver is Chuck. Even though we said the third trailer is for here as an office, it is, but it’s also for Chuck to stay in. He’ll be like our on-site security.”
Chip frowned at the siblings, and questioned, “What aren’t you saying?”
“Just make it clear that I’m engaged, and happy with Wyatt, Justin. I won’t put up with any of his shit. If he harasses me in anyway, he’s gone.”
“I’ve already told him that, and he agreed.”
“Make sure he does again.” Morgan nodded, turned on her heel and stormed to the front door. “Please, get out so I can lock up.”
Outside by the truck, Chip looked at Justin. “Did you say Chuck? As in the guy that you’ve known since kindergarten, and the one that always asked Morgan out?”
