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“Why don’t you work for me?” she asked suddenly. “I mean, I know it’s not your dream job or anything but I’ve known for a while I need to hire someone to run the business end of things. Logan helped me a bit in the beginning, but he’s busy with his shop. They’ve got orders for the next three years if you can believe it.”
Bobbi glanced down at the desk once more. At the checks that needed to be deposited. At the pile of paperwork. At the phone that flashed with who knew how many unanswered calls…
It was a complete and utter mess.
“So, what do you think? I’ll pay you whatever Gerry did. I don’t care. I need someone and I need someone now and who better than my sister?”
Bobbi was good at complete and utter messes as long as the complete and utter messes had nothing to do with her very own screwed up, personal life.
“Okay,” she said glancing around. “Okay, I’ll start right now.”
Billie squealed, lunged forward and grabbed her in a quick hug. “The bank deposit book is here someplace. Oh, and there are a bunch of credit card payments that still need to be processed and then there’s the website and—”
“Hold on chicklet, I’ll get to all of that in good time but let me wade through this first.”
“Cool, oh and you might want to give Mr. Talbot a call at his store.”
“Why?” Frank Talbot owned the local sporting goods store. Talbot’s Sports had been around for more than a generation and was the go-to place when in the need for sporting equipment of any kind.
“Well, I agreed to sponsor the Hockey Shirt dance this Saturday and there are a lot of details that he wants info on.”
“Oh,” Bobbi glanced down at the mess on the desk. “And these details would be where?”
Billie took a step back. “Well that’s the thing. I haven’t dealt with them yet.”
“You haven’t dealt with them.”
“No.”
“And the fundraiser is less than a week away.”
Billie nodded, her face open wide with a grin. “I guess you can add that to your list of things to get to.”
Sure, Bobbi thought glancing down at the mess in front of her. I’ll get right on that.
Chapter Thirteen
By Friday Shane was in a piss ugly mood.
It had been brewing all week, a culmination of many things, and for the most part the other techs kept out of his way.
He’d been working on a custom bike for the last two days and had just pinched his fingers for the tenth time while working on the brakes when Logan approached.
Shane glanced up at him, his face tight in a scowl. “What now?” He stood and rolled his shoulders, trying to l
oosen the tense muscles that stretched across them.
“Can I see you?” Logan nodded toward his office and Shane’s scowl deepened.
He tossed his tools onto the floor beside the bike. “Sure, boss.”
Shane followed Forest across the busy shop, his mood dark, though he managed a half-hearted smile as Janelle waved to him from her office. Logan’s office manager, Janelle was married to Logan’s cousin, and newly pregnant with their fourth child. To say the man was a lucky son-of-a-bitch was an understatement. Janelle was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She had a great sense of humor, loved a good practical joke, didn’t mind when the F bombs started to fly and looked damn good in plain old T-shirt and jeans.
What would it feel like to have a woman like that standing beside you?
Shane gave himself a mental shake and closed the door behind him, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his coveralls as he watched Logan help himself to a cup of coffee.
“You want one?” Logan asked.
