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SUMMER
CHAPTER 5
“Ouch!” I yelp, hitting my head for the third time on the top of the refrigerator.
I’m on my hands and knees wiping it out. The stupid thing went on the fritz last night and everything was hot when I opened this morning. Fortunately, I had back-ups of all the stock kept in this fridge in the storeroom. Now, this little hiccup is going to leave me short.
I hope I have enough to get me through the day. Wouldn’t that just be my luck, business has gotten steady and I run out of product. Absolutely my luck.
I was finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, finally seeing the point I would start moving beyond just breaking even where I could actually begin making some money, and have enough to put aside for a rainy day.
Like today.
How’s the saying go? Oh yeah, the only thing more overrated than owning your own business is natural childbirth.
There isn’t much left in my tiny little reserve from the small fortune I took when I left, the little bit I didn’t need and managed to keep and hold aside from the opening expenses. Fixing this stupid refrigerator might just take it all if it’s not repairable and I have to replace it.
No, no, no, why now? Couldn’t you wait a couple of months before going into cardiac arrest?
The bell on the front door chimes signaling a customer has just walked in.
I hope it’s not Steve coming back. He stormed out of here when I turned him down again. He was a bigger ass this morning, more so than he usually is.
“I’ll be right with you,” I announce with my head still in the belly of the warm, smelly beast.
“Take your time, I’m thoroughly enjoying the view.”
It’s him!
WHACK!
“OW!” My hand flies to my head as I jerk it down from yet another impact with the blasted machine. This one sends jolts of pain throughout my body and makes my teeth clatter.
“Careful there, princess, you’re liable to give yourself a concussion.”
The insufferable man has the gall to sound amused at my pain.
“It’s the fourth time I’ve hit it. I must be too hard headed for it to put me out of my misery,” I groan and back out of the torture chamber as I rub my lumps.
Still hunched over on my hands and knees and feeling as if I’ve been regurgitated and left in a hot sloppy pile of puke, I know I’ve got to stink. I realize my shirt has slid up my back and is hanging to the floor wide open, the light blue lace covered girls are swinging in full view for God, Mr. TD&I, and everyone else to see.
“Oh!” I gasp and plop my butt down on my heels and wrap my arm around my waist, hugging my shirt to my body.
Please just let the floor open up and swallow me whole!
With my eyes squeezed shut, I pray that I’ll hear Mr. TD&I’s steps walk right back out the way they came.
Fat freaking chance! He’s probably loving this.
“Summer,” his voice is softer this time.
My eyes fly open and I glare at him.
“What?” I snap.
“Whoa,” he chuckles, “I was only going to ask if you’re okay.”
He’s trying not to laugh, the ass. Got an eyeful, saw me make a fool out of myself, and it’s completely obvious he’s loving every minute of it. Hell, he was sitting there leaned over the counter watching me like I was a stupid TV show.
