Page 51 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“I don’t think so. Just these ones in the living room here to open up the space.” I knock on the wall that partially blocks the kitchen from the living room.
“Create an open concept, I like it. We’ll need to see if it’s a load-bearing wall first?”
“Load-bearing?”
“One that holds up the house.”
“Oh, jeez. Yeah, let’s definitely do that.”
He laughs.
I list off some of the other things I’d like to do that are more structural in nature.
“Yeah, it would be easy to extend the master bathroom, take up part of the room next to it. You could even add another guest bathroom behind it since the plumbing will already be there. Wait, I need to ask, what’s your budget?”
“I don’t really have one,” I tell him, embarrassed. “I mean, I know you heard what my dad said. My grandmother left me money. A lot of it. For now, this is what I’m doing while I figure my life out.”
“Okay, let’s start with the room you need the least.”
“I’m partial to them all,” I say.
He laughs. “If we start with the master bathroom, can you and AshLynn share the guest bath and the powder room?”
“I can only answer for one of us,” I say. “But yes.”
He looks at me. “Okay then. Let’s clear out that bathroom, we can get started on taking that wall down. Got a sledge hammer? Wheelbarrow?”
“A . . . no, I don’t.”
“What tools do you have?”
I show him my cute purple toolbox set that came with all purple-handled tools. He laughs.
“Okay, get your credit card ready, darlin’. We’re going to need some tools. Real tools. Man tools.” He growls the last few words, making me giggle.
I ignore the flip in my belly when he calls me darlin’.
