Paris and Sam: Who's the Boss?

Sam: Paris is way back behind the house scanning the roof when I get there. Good. What I have to say to him, I don't think he'd want his crew overhearing. He smiles when he sees me, but it quickly disappears when he sees the angry look on my face.

"I just saw Jay." He doesn't look like there's anything wrong with this. "He asked me what I wanted him to make for the house. I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. So he told me you commissioned ironwork for the house." I put my hands on my hips. "So now I guess you need to tell me why he'd say something like that. Because I don't remember the firm's designer asking for anything like that."

Paris: I'm just about to check the down pipes, when I see Sam walking across the lawn towards me, but my welcome dies on my lips as I see how mad she is, eyes flashing, and she launches straight into a tirade. I'm not sure why seeing Jay would upset her so much until she goes on, and then I cringe inside.

"I er ... well, I er ... saw his stuff, the grate he did for his Dad, and the sculptures he does, and thought they were amazing, and I remembered that day we bumped into each other in that big store ... Kirkcaldies? I was looking at those wrought iron candlesticks, and you said you knew a guy who made better ones, and I when I saw the grate I thought of you and he house, and ..." I'm running out of air, so take a breath before finishing. "... I'm sorry ... I didn't think ... I should have mentioned it to you first."

( I give her an apologetic smile ... )