“One more thing,” he said as he was half-way out of my office.
“Yeah?”
“If the next guy on your list works here, can you at least make sure that he’s not on my crew?”
This motherfucker.
I leaned back in my chair and eyed him like he hadn’t just insulted the shit out of me. “I’ll do you one better,” I replied. “I’ll even make sure that the next guy is on swing shift or graveyard.”
His only reaction was the tick in his jaw, but I was certain that I’d made my point. If he wanted to act like an asshole, then I could act like a bitch. It seemed like a fair trade to me.
Just then, his radio went off, and it was one of his crewmen asking for some extra help with one of the panels that I never pretended to know anything about. While I knew enough, I wasn’t a mechanic, nor did I know the details of how all of this worked.
“Hey, Rush, I need some help with the east grid.”
Landen’s eyes never left mine as he radioed back, “I’ll be right there.”
“No rest for the wicked, huh?” I smirked.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he replied simply, then turned his back on me and walked out of my office.
As soon as he was gone, I got up, shut my office door, then dialed my sister because I needed some serious advice.
Chapter 7
Skylar~
So, where yesterday had Landen acting like a jerk, today had him back to acting like his normal self, only ignoring me completely in this scenario. I found myself beginning to get irritated with the entire situation.
We hadn’t hooked up last night, but I hadn’t really been expecting to. We’d both left work with a bit of an attitude, so some time apart had seemed wise. When I had greeted him per usual this morning, he had greeted me back, his attitude back to normal, but he’s given me nothing since then. We weren’t even a full week into this friends-with-benefits thing, and things were already weird.
“Hey, Sky?”
I looked up from my computer to see Waylon standing in my doorway. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
I barked out a laugh at his impossible declaration. “How much?” Waylon grimaced, and I just shook my head. “Okay, hit me with it.”
Waylon was very married and very much in love with his wife. He was a true family man, and the only time that he told me that he loved me was when he was going to ask a huge favor. His wife, Leila, had once told me that I should hold out for candy and flowers because words didn’t mean shit, and it was easy to see how those two had been made for each other.
“I need six months’ worth of state regulation compliances,” he said, and I knew that there had to be more to his request.
“The past six months?”
Waylon shook his head. “January through June,” he clarified, and I just waited him out until he came clean about it all. “Of last year.”
There was more.
I knew it.
“Okay, I can send the PDFs,” I told him. “Do you have a specific email or-”
“It’s the same email that we normally use,” he interrupted, and I just stared at him. “But…they’d like paper copies of the originals-”
“Goddamn it-”
“I know, I know,” he quickly rushed out. “But something about the records getting lost, and the state would really appreciate it if we could help them on this matter.”
