Good with Our Hands

Erica

The meeting with Kent was over by the time Damon walked into the living room, sweaty and huffing like a freight train.

"We all good?" He panted and lifted his thumb toward us.

I laughed, unable to help myself. I'd seen the more playful side of Damon Bryant a few times over the years, but nothing like he was around his little brother. It was comforting and depressing all in the same moment. My brother and I had a horrible, tense relationship. What I wouldn't have given for it to be more playful, or at least somewhat loving.

"We're good, and I should fire you and hire Erica here. She's the only one among you who doesn't goof off all the time." Kent stood up and glanced down at me. "You want a CFO job?"

"Not only no, but hell no." I stood up and twisted around, stretching my back.

"Well, damn. Never mind, son. You're stuck." Kent turned and handed me the final sketch. "I love the last one. Swing it by Mitch and let's get rolling on it. Great job, as always."

"Thanks." I bent down a