The plank hit the concrete with a dull wooden thud.

He put his hands on his hips and tugged his trucker cap down lower over his eyes.

“Jodi.

What are you doing here?”

“Buying sink sealant,” I said, holding up the little paper bag.

“That’s some nice-looking cedar.”

“Guy out by the lake wants a new back deck,” he said quickly, turning back to the pile.

“Just a little weekend job for somebody I know.”