Paige looked at the bills, then up at Caroline.

“Is that a cash deposit?”

“Two hundred dollars down,” Caroline said.

“We start framing an eight-hundred-dollar pine counter for Miller’s fish market on Saturday night.”

Paige let out a quick breath, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“Our very first commercial client.”

Caroline pulled a high wooden stool up to the workbench and sat down.

She touched the small silver chain around her neck and held her assistant’s eyes.