Grant stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
Grandpa glanced at the woman with the tablet.
“Morning. Looks like we all got an early start today.”
Her face lit up.
“Oh! You must be Frank.”
Grant looked at her.
“You know him?”
She smiled.
“Of course. I’ve seen the built-ins. They’re gorgeous.”
Grandpa nodded politely.
“Thank you.”
Melissa’s expression changed.
And suddenly I understood.
They were listing the house.
The woman was their real estate agent.
The photographer was there to shoot the property.
Grant stepped off the porch.
“Frank, I thought we were done.”
Grandpa nodded.
“So did I.”
Grant looked at David.
“Who is this?”
“My attorney. I asked him to come with me today.”
That wiped the smile from his face.
Melissa stepped closer.
“Why do you have an attorney?”
David opened the folder.
“Because Mr. Wilson has an unpaid balance for completed work on this property.”
Grant’s jaw tightened.
“We have a dispute.”
Grandpa tilted his head.
“No, we don’t. There’s nothing left to dispute here.”
“Yes, we do.”
“About what?”
“The bill.”
Grandpa looked at me.
Then back at Grant.
“You signed yesterday that the work was completed, accepted, and that you had no complaints regarding the workmanship.”
Grant stared at him.
