Monday was in fact a busy day.

Madelyn's continued refusal to allow the subcontractor that had done the original work on her windows, to repair them, had confounded Justin. After researching who had worked the original job, he was able to determine that the employee that had done most of the application, had been transferred. Therefore, he would not participate. Again, he tried to explain that the security company would be able to have the glass redone at no charge if they used the same installer, but she refused. Although it made little sense to him, she was the customer and if she preferred to pay another sub, that was her prerogative.

Luckily he was able to engage another installer and the task was completed by mid-day. Justin himself returned just after dusk that evening to make a personal examination. Both he and the customer were satisfied that this time; the work was beyond reproach.

Throughout the day, three other installers were occupied with wiring the security system. The door and window alarms and panic buttons were all demonstrated and tested. Madelyn and Harry accompanied Justin on the final inspection. Satisfied that privacy and safety had been restored, they sent Justin down the mountain road so the last business of the day could be attended to.

Harry had hauled wood in earlier. Currently, he was sitting on the couch, appreciating Madelyn's backside as she laid a fire in the hearth and he called Murphy and Becca. Harry had made his final decision after reviewing the partnership contracts, business expansion plans and financial records with Madelyn. He felt solid.

"Yeah, Murph, it's a go for me; let's do it."

"You're absolutely certain, Harry?"

"Yes, I'm positive. Madelyn and I went over everything again; she agrees with me."

Harry was able to overhear Murphy relaying the news of Harry's acceptance to his wife. This was immediately followed by a whoop and a shout of "Yasss, Harry!"

"You hearing this?" asked Murphy.

"Mmhmm... yep, I can hear Becca, she sounds happy."

"Dude, she is ecstatic! She didn't want to mention it earlier, because we thought there was already enough pressure on you, but she really wants that property. The building has history and she eats that shit up. The owner didn't recover well from the economic downturn. Becca thinks it's practically her civic duty to breathe life back into the place."

"Okay, so you'll call the guy first thing in the morning and tell him we're in?"

"I'll be on it early, Harry."

"Also, I called my lawyer earlier. He said there's nothing else we need to do paperwork wise. Well, other than the buy/sell agreement."

"Great minds... I called mine as well, she said the same," said Murphy.

"Okay. We just need to walk into the courthouse and sign the paperwork to incorporate the partnership in front of the notary. Then we're legal."

"Crazy isn't it, that after all this time planning, all we have left to do is sign on the dotted line?" Murphy, a seasoned business owner, had the faintest awe in his voice.

"Yeah. It's that easy. Let's do it at 9:00am. Then we file the document and its done. Can you arrange a time for us to meet the current owner to sign a buy/sell agreement?"

Murphy agreed that he would set up the meeting, only needing to know from Harry what time would work around his class schedule.

"Um... anything between 2:00pm and 6:00pm is fine, I'm staying up here at Madelyn's tonight and I have classes I've got to get to when we're done at the courthouse in the morning."

"Alright, Harry, I'll get it scheduled and shoot you a text with the exact time."

"One other thing; if I'm going to be heading up the new place, as we discussed, I want to move into the space above the restaurant. Then you can rent out the apartment above Etta's. You okay with that?"

Murphy chuckled good-naturedly, "Becca and I figured you would want to jump on that apartment upstairs. It makes the most sense to have you there. You need anything to make it livable, just let us know."

"Don't worry about it, I have plenty to furnish it. I just want to be on-site, at least until we're up and running."

"Sounds good. Anything else?"

"No, Murph, I think I'm all set, man."

"Alright, Harry. I'll see you at the courthouse in the morning. This is going to be fantastic!"

"Yeah, I'm excited too! 'Night, Murph."

Having ended the call, Harry locked the screen and placed the phone on the coffee table. In the time it had taken to square things away with Murphy, Madelyn had completed the setup of the fire and was about to strike the match.

He observed her with a sense of fascination. She was physically striking. Was she tall, blonde, and model thin with narrow hips? Nope. What she was, was perfect for him.

Once Justin and his installers had vacated, Madelyn had changed into those tight little leggings that he learned she preferred to wear when lounging around the house. There had been no panty lines visible when he had ogled her bending over earlier, so he was fairly certain she was bare underneath. She had ditched her bra, but to Harry's delight, continued to wear the t-shirt he had given her that morning before they left his apartment.

Watching her bend and twist in the snug fabric that covered her bum and seeing her heavy breasts bounce gently under the oversized shirt that belonged to him, was making the confines of his jeans uncomfortable.

The fire came to life as she touched the flame to the kindling beneath the logs. Turning toward Harry, she raised her arms in a kitten-like stretch and combed her fingers through her loose waves of hair.

"I'm going to make a drink; would you like one?" Madelyn inquired as she padded past him on her way to the dining room where she kept a dry bar. "I have a bottle of Jameson 18-year-old Irish that I've been wanting to open. I'm going to do up an old fashioned for myself."

"I wouldn't say no to a couple fingers, neat. Can I help?" he called out.

"No, stay put. Why don't you put on some music? The remote is in the drawer under the coffee table there."

"This is sweet!" Harry fiddled with the radio frequency remote. It had a digital screen that reminded him of a simple iPod. Music was ordered by playlists, artists and albums. "Babe, what are you in the mood for?"

"You pick." This may have been a bit of a test. Music was personal, it said a lot about a person. Madelyn knew she would like anything he chose, after all, it was her listening library. However, she was undeniably curious to know what he would select. The slight waver of Eddie Vedder's voice soon filled the open space as he sang about being a lucky man, and Madelyn smiled to herself.

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Author's Note:

Thanks to you all for helping 'Delivery' reach 27K reads in just four months. I feel incredible about this!

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