“Great, I’ll put our lunches in the small frig in my office. Do you like the door?” Jason asked as Howard opened it.
“Love it,” Howard said, gently pushing Jason on the other side of it. “Especially when it’s closed.”
Jason looked at Howard at first smiling, and then understanding what he meant. Howard waved to Jason as he closed the door on him.
Now that Jason was gone, Howard went to his desk and skimmed through the files. There was one at the high rises at the marina. That should be an easy one, he thought. Less than fifteen minutes later, he had agreed to meet the client that morning and give him an estimate. Howard printed a few copies of the blank contract and went out the door of his office.
It had been hard enough getting Jason away from him a few minutes ago, there was no reason to disturb the delicate balance they had just established—he would work and Jason would leave him alone. He walked by Lorena’s desk on his way to his Jag.