Right. Work.
Back to business.I cleared my throat, recalling why I'd come in early. "IknowI owe you, which is why I brought in paperwork."
He moved forward and shut the door behind him. "What paperwork?"
I pointed. "That paperwork. We need to fill it out so I can pay you for real."
His mouth tightened as he glanced at the papers. For a guy getting upgraded from sandwiches to a salary, he looked anything but thrilled. "You're already paying me."
"You mean the sandwiches? Come on. We both know that's not enough."
"Andthe bike."
"It'sstillnot enough."
He crossed his arms. "It's what we agreed."
"Yeah, but…" I sighed. "You want the truth?"
"Sure, hit me."
"I didn't realize how much you'd be doing – or the fact you'd be so terrific at it."
His mouth twitched. "Is that a complaint?"
"No." I rolled my eyes. "It's a compliment, obviously."
"But…?"
"But in the beginning, I wasn't even sure you could do it…the job, I mean."
His eyebrows lifted. "Is that so?"
"Well…not everyone is great with bikes."
He smiled. "You're tellingme."
I refused to be distracted by his smile, even if itwaspretty darn distracting. "Just listen, okay?" I took a deep breath andtried to put my thoughts in order. "In the beginning, you sold this as a win-win, remember?"
He nodded. "I remember."
"But the only one winning is me."
He frowned. "How do you figure?"
"Even if I made you a hundred sandwiches—"
"Don't forget the bike."
"I'm not," I insisted. "But let's be real here. I'm totally taking advantage."
He didn't even blink. "Nope."
I gave him an exasperated look. "Yep."
"Nope," he said again.
I resisted the urge to repeat my "yep" on an infinite loop until he got bored and gave up. But I had the sneaky suspicion that Griff could hold out a lot longer thanIcould.
