Vincent’s POV
Mikayla was walking me through the construction team lead’s notes and I kept checking my watch. A part of me was here and the other part wanted to be at home with Rachel.
The lead, a solid, practical man named Mitch, had a good grasp of the phasing and I liked how he talked about the build. It was clear and it had no padding. He’d been on site since the groundwork began and it showed. He knew every decision that had been made and why, and when I pushed on the drainage solution he gave me three alternatives without pausing.
Under different circumstances I would have been fully engaged.
The afternoon heat clung to the site, dust rising every time a truck rolled past. Somewhere behind us, metal clanged against metal and a drill whined for a few seconds before stopping abrupt
