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“You ready for this, nephew?” Uncle Rían devilishly starts, convincing me to lean back into a more comfortable position to take Uncle Raff’s advice.
This is exactly what I need.
A bit of breathing room.
A little family time.
And enough tales about what not to do to help me stop making this stupid mistake.
No part of my soul believes what’s between me and Harper is over, yet every part of it knows it’s up to me guarantee that it stays that way.
She is not only the mother of our future child.
She is my future wife.
The love of my life.
My everything.
Chapter 13
Harper
For most people who watch the possible weather patterns that could impact their area it’s either because they’ve got travel that they have to do or it’s a weird hobby their spouses don’t understand.
In my case?
It’s critical to my job.
And not just in the city or county predictions.
We fly all across this state as well as the neighboring ones of Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and even Pennsylvania, although I’ve personally only ever flown to the latter once, and it was for an ex-college hockey player who needed a new lung. Considering how much I love hockey that trip felt like it was oddly meant for me. Thankfully, we made it in time for the transplant.
Pretty sure he lived.
Don’t usually get those details unless…well, unless we didn’t make it.
It happens.
But I do everything fucking possible to prevent that being due to shitty transportation.
“Thanks again for giving Kan a job,” Nat says from the chair on the opposite side of the desk.
I reluctantly pull my attention away from the BINGO board of weather I’ve been monitoring to warmly state, “I didn’t give her the job. She was just the most qualified and professional candidate we saw.”
Nat instantly tilts her head in a sarcastic nature.
“Fine, her cousin being my best friend may have given her the tiniest edge, but not enough to make a difference worth noting. One person showed up to the interview in flipflops. One person misspelled their own name on the application. And Kan’s stiffest competition didn’t like that holidays weren’t automatically given off.” The eye roll I execute is done absentmindedly. “Like look, kid, I don’t even get each one off. I have to fucking work Thanksgiving. Transplants don’t really give a shit about the calendar,” my stare cuts another glance at the multiple windows open, “or the weather for that matter.” When our gazes connect again, I add, “And it’s not like she’s got a cushy or glamorous office job worth bragging about, Nat. She’s washing and detailing transport vehicles during shit hours for mediocre pay with a minor possibility for growth down the line.”
“We started at the bottom and look at us now.”
Yeah, she’s keeping track of millions of dollars while I’m keeping track of the fucking atmospheric conditions.
One of us isn’t exactly at the tippy top here.
Then again…depending on who you ask, I’m close enough to call it for my branch.
“All that bullshit aside, she’s got a steady job, she’s happier than she was trying to live life on the res, and most importantly, steady pay, so she can move the fuck out of my house sooner rather than later.” Nat tosses one long leg over the other on a casual shrug. “So once again…thank you.”
