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Chapter 6
Jake
Istand at the edge of the construction site, a hard hat shielding my eyes from the sun's glare as the crane lifts the final steel beam into the air.
The new community center is taking shape. The massive steel beams form a sturdy skeleton that will soon have walls and windows added.
“Easy now, keep her steady,” I call into the radio.
The crane operator acknowledges, and the beam inches into position until it settles with a satisfying clunk.
I allow myself a slight nod of satisfaction as the beam locks into place. This project is my biggest yet for Clearwater Constructions.
I pour my heart and soul into each project and am proud of every job. Moments like these remind me why I love it so much.
“Looking good, Jake,” Paul says, coming to stand beside me. “This project is coming together.”
I nod, allowing myself a slight smile of satisfaction. “We're making great progress.”
Paul studies me for a moment, then grins. “Okay, spill. What's with the faraway look?”
“Thinking about work.”
Paul raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Sure, and I'm the Queen of England. Are you daydreaming about a certain baker?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Am I that obvious?”
“Only to those who know you well. So, big date tonight?”
I rub the back of my neck, debating how much to share. Paul's one of my closest friends, but opening up has never been my strong suit.
Ever since my break-up with Natalie, I've gotten used to keeping things bottled up inside.
“Things are going well,” I finally say. “Finley's coming over for dinner and a movie.”
Paul claps me on the shoulder. “Good for you. You deserve some happiness. Now, go on, get out of here. I'll wrap things up.”
I hesitate for a moment, but Paul waves me off. “Go. Enjoy your evening. I've got this.”
Gratitude fills me, and I nod. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
I make my rounds, double-checking tasks with the crew and ensuring everything is in order before heading to my truck.
As I drive home, I feel like a teenager again as I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. I take a moment to relax, mentally shifting gears from work mode to date mode. I want everything to be perfect for Finley.
At home, I race to the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day's dust and grime. After drying off, I throw on a dark pair of jeans and finish the look with a navy blue button-up shirt.
As I button up, I imagine Finley's tender touch unbuttoning them later.
I roll up my sleeves, check myself in the mirror, and try fixing my messy dark brown hair with my hand.
As I tidy the house, I pay extra attention to the small details—plumping the pillows on the sofa, lighting candles, and carefully setting the table. I'm determined to make this evening memorable.
Amber is spending the night with my parents, so Finley and I can finally have time alone. Tonight, I plan on showing Finley how much I genuinely care about her and cherish our time together.
I glance at the clock. She should be here any minute.
The doorbell chimes.
