Page 191 of Wrecked
“Wanna help me out at the farmhouse?”
“Sorry, bro, I’m at the airport.”
“Business or fun?”
Prescott chuckled. “Fun? What the hell is that? I’m doing recon work. What’s going on at the farm?”
“Inventory. I need a master list for the contractor.”
“You’re on your own. I’ll call you when I get back.”
“Be safe.” Hawk hung up, jumped in the SUV, and headed west.
Twenty minutes later, he parked out front, made his way inside the farmhouse. His grandparents had left most of their old, outdated furniture, wanting to start afresh in their new home. As he walked around the old house, the silence settled into his bones.
Am I holding on to the past or do I want to live here?
Addison drifted into his thoughts. Was she the one? Their romance was so new, but their relationship wasn’t. He thought of having children with her. The familiar pang shot through him. He’d never gotten over losing his first child.
Stopping in the kitchen, he surveyed the room. The wallpaper had to go, the appliances needed to be replaced, along with the cupboards. Water dripped from the faucet. He tightened the handle, but the leak didn’t stop. He pulled out his phone and started a list.
Jericho’s right. I should do a complete overhaul of the entire house.
With everything going on, he didn’t have the time to do the work himself, but if he had, he would have loved fixing up the old house.
His phone rang. It was Tommy.
“Yo, baby,” Hawk answered. “What’s the word?”
“I’m heading to the shooting range. You wanna meet me there?”
“I’m at the farmhouse.”
“Sell, sell, sell!” Tommy said. “What are you doing out there?”
“I’m making a list of what needs to be fixed.”
“You planning on spending the night, ‘cause you’re gonna be there alongtime.”
Hawk chuckled.
“I was talking to a friend of mine,” Tommy said. “He thought we could get ten mil for the land, no problem.”
“I know, babe, but I’m not ready to sell.”
“Alrighty, I’ll let you go.”
After Tommy hung up, Hawk continued through the house, noting everything that needed to be repaired or replaced.
“This is a hella list,” he said as he made his way upstairs.
The house had always been a home. With Granddad and Grandmom gone, it was an old, rundown building that needed a lot of work. When he finished surveying the house, he stepped onto the back porch to view the landscape. He could unload the property, the money would get divided up, and he could move on with his life.
I wouldn’t need to do a damn thing but make a few phone calls.
He stood there admiring the fiery streaks of fuchsia and orange-yellow as the day bowed to dusk. It was after seven. He hadn’t gotten a text from Addison, so he sent her one.
“Baby Savage?” he texted her.
