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club, and not having rent money.” 
    “Let’s hope it works. I could use some help. Tomorrow will tell if they can actually show up and work.” 
    Will leaned back against the headrest and watched the throngs of partiers packing the sidewalk. He jerked forward as Sheryl dodged a group j-walking with no regard for traffic. There had been no discussion about her driving after the beers he had. Leaning back again, he thought about how there had been no discussion about a lot of things, lately. His life in the Keys had been simpler, almost removed from reality. But that was gone with the hurricane, and he knew she was good for him … at least he hoped she was. It was his own lack of planning and insurance that had him in this spot. 
    Now, she planned for both of them, and though that was probably for the best, at least financially, he felt imprisoned in his own body.
    “They’ll be there. Bet they stay up all night.”
    He hadn’t thought about that, but she was right. They wouldn’t get out of work until 4. Maybe that was what the glance he’d caught was about. The next morning would tell if they can hack it or not. 
    “The owner asked me to work tomorrow night,” she said suddenly.
    Earlier in the week, they had fought over her working weekend nights. He hated the idea of her in that kind of environment. The money was good, but now that he had work, he figured she could just work during the week, go to school, and be happy. It really wouldn’t upset him if she quit altogether. 
    He stewed about the additional night as she pulled onto the Crosstown Expressway and followed the signs to the Gandy Bridge. 
    “I think that’s a bad idea.” He regretted it the minute the words were out of his mouth
    “You do. Well, I haven’t seen a paycheck come out of your pocket in a while.”
    He stared out of the window, watching the anchor lights of the boats fishing under the bridge bounce in the chop. They crossed the water in silence. He had to figure out how to make this right with her. Their only problem was money, and that was his fault. 
    Desperate, he touched her hand. She didn’t withdraw it, but she didn’t respond, either.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Chapter 4  
     
    Will drove to the project the next morning, trying to imagine how Kyle and Dick felt after probably being up all night. Surprised, he saw what must have been their car when he pulled in, two heads slumped against their windows. He parked and went toward the old Ford Fiesta, noticing the Grateful Dead decal on the window of the faded blue car. Kyle jumped when he tapped the glass with his key. 
    “Morning. Glad you guys made it.”
    “Huh?” He rolled down the window. “Oh, sure thing man,” he muttered as he smacked Dick on the shoulder. The other boy woke with a start, striking back automatically. 
    “Take your time. I have to get some things organized.” Will walked away, distinctly aware of the smell of pot that came from the car as soon as the window was rolled down. He hoped it was out of their systems now. Not a smoker himself, he had a feeling the boys had started to supply Sheryl. She hadn’t smoked in Marathon—at least not in front of him—but since she’d started working at the club, it had become a nightly indulgence. 
    He didn’t say much, though, as these days she was more pleasant on it than off it.
    The padlock popped open, and he yanked on the temporary plywood door leading to the interior of the building. It was surprisingly cool inside; the water below the structure must have had some kind of cooling effect at night. That would soon wear off, though, as he heard the first creaking of the corrugated metal roof heating in the sun. Once the roof heated up, the building would be a sauna. 
    He went back to his truck to get the concrete saw he had rented that morning. Cutting the concrete floor above where the new posts would be installed was the first step in his plan. With any luck, he could do the layout