Naomi
The cottage was clean and that meant Atticus and Alastair could finally assess the things that needed to be fixed up. We started outside and Corey frowned as he glanced up at the roof.
“That seems ok,” he muttered, and I nodded in agreement.
“The gate needs to be replaced, the pathway needs to be cleaned, the yard needs to be tended to,” Atticus listed as he pointed out the things he saw. Alastair scribbled everything down and I stepped back. This was what they did for a living. I wasn’t about to say anything. “A fresh coat of paint. Walls, roof, windowsills, rail…got that?” he asked his brother.
“Got it,”
“Good, let’s go inside,” Atticus said as he led the way. He came to a stop in the middle of the kitchen. “A fresh coat of paint. These wooden floors need to be sanded, sealed
